faster than sound but still sluggish

none on no one

yet still hoping for

you

so i can write to the girl who fears oblivion

to tell her that this fear

is oblivion itself

and though there will be nobody who escapes everyday apocalypses

at least you can recreate daily

*

it is the comfort of you

that makes you talk to you

against a world who cannot hear

for it wasn’t born with ears

though it gave you them

to listen

to echo

to find comfort in more than

what you say

*

i cannot stop sound

though it slows the lightness

of your voice

when you tell me that all i knew

was not known

and i come here

after later destroyed now

in a wish of then

after you held me whole but breaking

after you said there would be no after

now knowing no

and what it sounds like

to stop