snow at night

I'm afraid there's no such thing as silence
just the screams of people I can't hear
yet. My own voice is there but
it's not saying anything new.
I clean compulsively,
I pray at the bus stop,
I sleep too much even though
I love the cold.
Even in your eagerness not to be heard
I see you.

goodbye forever

The bees are dying out these days
will you go too?
You never told me how to live
I won't tell you how to die.

I keep putting meaning to the same words
maybe they've done all they can
like me laying awake at night
I forgive us.

I dreamt that during a hurricane
you looked for a cave, like a normal person
but I went looking for my history teacher
in the eye.