silence, she

silence she greets me with a foot in my door

detector, reflector for the hole in my heart.

lingering donations of tears on my porch

inspector, respect for silence she brought.

questions but a meal, sought after too long

like appetisers, lost my appetite, 

none the wiser, grudges à la carte.

feed on the same old loneliness:

watch me come apart.

watch me come apart.

woven into this house that i call a home

is nothing but a need to be loaned and adored

and whilst silence, she knows, is regretful intent,

she also craves hunger, heartache unspent.