And in the silence 

i thought of you 

 of the words that never left your lips

the touch that never found my body

the air that never felt our dance

the wind that never heard our song

is this what regret is?

a turbulence of tortures

a building of what could have been 

when the noise comes will i forget you?

do i want to?

can impressions be so easily erased

will i soon forget your face?

shall i drown in this silence

or lose you in the sound

when the noise comes 

may it be 

my voice

finally 

saying 

hi