Is it any wonder that my tongue is stolen

Across from you in this sustained darkness

A shudder running through me as I squirm

I am reaching my hands inside

Scouring the road to find the words

I am pulling them up through a rocky pass

Only for the rope at the top to snap

My words are stolen from me by our past

I am ill at ease in your quiet comfort

Sewn you easiness like patches in a quilt

I am begging to find a voice to raise

One louder than the wishes swirling below

Straining to hear above the ringing in my ears

I excuse myself; I am home, sitting in my bed

Wondering what it feels like to know how to Ask

We are nauseous at the thought that someone will see

We are closer to ruin than to winning at all

We are closer to death than living at all

We are closer to strangers than family at all

We were born islands away, universes apart

I will bury you unknown, history stolen in the night

Your death robs you of sight you never saw at all

Love perishes in isolation

It withers between words we use to hide who we are

Love shrivels and burns away as cold as the barrier we build

Love is a promise and a curse; it is a baton I walk from

Love is a castle I built to be blown over

Love is the saddest phrase I have ever known

I have never known an ache like I have known love

I have never known silence as loud as our love

I have never known what they mean when they say:

All you need is love

Hey, do you ever wonder why your house is never a home?