when a face becomes
just flesh
that is when
I replace the silence
with your voice
nakedness is my need
but your voice
is my lover
this human hunger
that leads me to these arms
never fills me
and never touches
what I once found in you
only in the mornings
in the uncomfortable silence
of a cold dying heart
do I face my self-loathing
for betraying your love
and as I close these doors
I realise that leaving you
will be all I will ever know
