Believe it or don’t, but

It may be over. The distance

Between sighs is palpable

And now I don’t know your hair color

Or your thoughts

on Natasha Lyonne’s new show.

The strained

Messages remind me

Of deep caves that never

Return sound to their messenger.

If I am forlorn it may be because

Sound is sustaining

and without it , I’m not sure where you are.