Unspoken signs of disaster

 I know exactly what I want to say

But I don't

I know I want to get out of here 

In an endless run

I lay down listening closely to the silence of the things I wish you'd tell me

Every spoken expression of love

every unwritten vow of devotion

There's only the creeping echoing unending silence

Of things that never were and never could be

And since I've always known that silence is the waiting room of the end

I just want to scream.