It is as if my heart has folded
So tiny, so small, so quick;
It caught a darkness within it
And ice, and iron, and fear.
At night, the cigarette burns in the cold,
And I am alone; I feel it
Like a low moan, a word unspoken,
An absence of pain, a hollow hurt.
Oh heart, I carry your silence
I long for your tired, bitter convulsions
Keep beating, heart, and I'll keep breathing
And wait to hear your quiet voice.
