Natasha Ashwe - Talking Not

[The poem is about a long-distance phone conversation - okay, obviously, yes, and the whole idea about talking not i.e. not talking, is having too much to say but not knowing how to express it and having these long silences in between words when you're just hanging on and yet that silence is the most precious link in the world to your loved one that you will hold on to and prefer to the endless hours you have to face without it when you hang up]



I forgot to speak.

I was listening to the silence,
The vacuums enveloping your words,
The gloved hands pawing at me,
The pauses and the commas.

Your voice on the phone,
The stranger in the blind gaze
That distance draws over our eyelids,
Watching the seconds tick away
Knowing that everything you say
Will not be enough.

Yet still with a heart
That will dance in the cold wet you speak of
[With glee! ]
[If it could...]
And the silence
Will save me from the infinite ones
Devoid of our conversation.

Natasha Ashwe

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