I’m not afraid of silence.

There’s a comfort in it.

A pause, a breath.

It never bothered me before.

Silence with you is a black hole,

a dreadful waiting,

a trip to the DMV.

Silence with you is an unheard question,

a glass half full.

A ticking clock at 3:00 a.m.

Let me rest.

I swear I’ll fill it,

I’ll ramble nothings

I know you’ll hate.

Anything to run from it.

Your blank stare,

your critical ears,

“To speak or to die?”

I hardly know.

I am afraid of silence with you.