You were looking for a place to stay that night,
and I said “why not?”
I welcomed you home.
But dear valentine,
when the cool fresh morning was over
you no longer needed my pulsating heat.
Both my silence and yours, the dissonant beat of dissent,
The remains of my fair-weather phantom.

And often I have slept to dream of waking up in your arms.
But today, I was roused by a new vision,
That my arms are the instruments of embrace I have been longing for
Cradling me when I have long since forgotten care
and promising to never forget me in the morning.

But I can not wrap all I am inside myself just yet.

I turn on the radio because
your silence lingers tonight.

I have known it so well.