“I
want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.”
-
Virginia Woolf
It’s
been a while darling,
But it
seems longer than it is.
So
much I have to tell you,
So
much that just is.
I
know, time is running short,
But listen
to me before you go.
Maybe
we could pick out a tree,
Ask
our silence to sound low.
Lie
down for a while,
Ask
the stars to dim out,
Light
up the black candles,
Call
it a blackout?
I want
to whisper my secrets to you,
And
ask you to pick out the lies.
Tell
you how much you mean to me,
You
know, you’re my entire life?
Find our own little someday,
Write our destinies together,
Oh darling, what do you say?
Don’t leave me here, darling.
For
alone is not me anymore,
I am just
another part of you,
And I
want you even more.
There
is no me, without you.
But
then again, there is no you.
It’s
all just an illusion, darling.
You know, we're too good to be true.
-Emm
