I read novels in your silences
Epic tales of lovers falling at your feet
Every outing writhing with temptation
Every return home, a fall onto a messy bed.
The longer you are away
The more the silence looms deeper
The chasm is full of things unsaid
Messages read, reread
Over and over and over.
Things that you might never tell me
Char my flesh
Soon I will be a burnt-out corpse
Waiting. Hating . Hating me. Hating you.
Then suddenly I hear the ping.
‘I had no signal…sorry.’