the silence is deafening
you know
especially when the crickets
relentlessly whirr
outside in the tall grasses
and the rain falls
intermittently
on my rooftop

no conversation
no exchange of any sorts
just an inner dialogue
me telling you
how its so lonesome
without you
words spoken to myself in solitude
words only i can hear
words that wish to convey
i wish you were here with me
besides near..

these forlorn late night blues
i am unable to any longer bear...
the silence is deafening...

 you know
cos when i speak to you in my mind
no words return as a reply

just a incessant whirring of the crickets
and the relentlessly falling rain
sliding down the terracotta tiles...