Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.

Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no.

I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.