I know that beyond you, beyond absence
beyond silence, above words
beyond darkness and so much far from lightness,
somewhere between you, me, us
but not too far from loneliness
in a place where the sound
is not much louder than the stillness
in the mute sound of a guitar,
I'll find the shiver of your touch
barely touching my skin
more than a memory,
but much further from being real.
I know there is such place
because there is no stronger truth
than the unspoken promise
betrayed by the scream, the light, and realness
of your absence.
