there was a night
when we sat in your basement
my ear pressed to your heart
as it provided the conversation
your hand found mine
and I admired how they fit
perfectly
it was time to leave
but something was missing
I came back
to find you
rearranging the pillows
a meaningless task
while you waited for me
suddenly so close
each detail of an eyelash
a line on your cheek
magnifying the silence
until the words escaped your lips
that I longed to hear
the words I replay in my head
until the shape of the room fades
your face
dissolving
into scribbles
of white noise
filling the silence
with things we never said