there's something wrong, i say.
what, he asks.
but i don't know.
so i respond with nothing.
over the line i pretend i can hear his heart beating
until i believe the lie of sound i've created
i know it's just his breath
fading in and out
through all this
and between
disappearing into nothing.
this morning was all glorious, i tell, instead.
the world washed in rain
full up greys
the world all muted
quiet.
it made me miss the ocean, i say.
maybe that's what's wrong, he supposes.
and for a long time
we don't speak in words.