I, whispering in your ear
reveal my inner life, my constant fear
and tell you things
I don’t even reveal to myself
except in those dark, dark hours
when the silence screams in my ears
and the sun seems to have snuffed out
and I realize
I may have said too much,
or
perhaps not enough
and I wonder if you’ve gone
as my mind circles and spins
in the gravitational pull
of your ever-present absence.