All those places where I recall
the memories that grip me and pin me down,
I go to these places pretending to think –
I can think of nothing, but anticipate
that you’ll find me there –
that by some miracle you’d be aware.
I’d risen this morning determined to break
the spell of my longing, and not to think.
I freed myself from my family, I freed myself from work,
I freed myself, and remained alone…
and in my thinking steal you away –
though you never wanted me anyway.
Silence. Silence. Silence.