Quiet Here

It’s quiet here
Words choked behind our tongues
Stuck inside the shaking-fear
Of empty too-tight lungs
I paint pretty pictures
To fill the gaps of your face
The vital missing features
Of an empty boy-shaped space
I never did find you
It’s quiet here
The deafening white walls
Streaked with unshed tears
And scars that seem too small
Crumbling apart
You slipped away softly
I grew strange in your arms
Before you leaned how to hold me
I never did find you
Was it all in my head?
Were you all in my head?
Playing with fire
That was never set alight
Never set flight
We’re safe here
In our quiet not quite right
(Never did find you)