Confident/Confidante

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.