Handicapped From Longing's End

Deaf

Songs of pain in my player
have taken turns to discover
you in your absence.

Now, it's Splender's
I Think God Can Explain
trying to touch you elsewhere
in this moon-soaked hour.

And I wonder.

Can God really explain all this?
Can He tell you that the scream
I let out the moment you lost
your ears to indifference
was love?

Mute

Somewhere in the conversation
we shared I find myself
unable to speak.

I cannot mention anything,
not even your name,
for you have already left
when I began talking.

Who shall hear me then
but the silence you've drawn
to make me feel solitary.

The next line is waiting
to be said. Whose mouth to do so
We don’t know.

We don't care
for speechlessly we have become
sentences beyond comprehension.