Silence of stars.

 

Silence at two am I am not sleeping.

 

The silence of desire.

 

The silence of standing alone in an empty house, alone.

 

Silence of deciding not to speak.

 

Silence of the stretch of a body.

 

Silence of night licking its way into dawn.

 

And still standing in that house alone, the silence that devours.

 

Silence of the high up when you can get no higher.

 

Silence of the abbey, gutted, boned and scattered.

 

Silence of right here.

 

This.

 

Now.