there is no comfortable silence
i never understood "comfortable silence".
i want the stutter
in your attempt to translate the motion of your mind.
i want the light snore
the one you'll forever deny you have
when you nap in some awkward position.
i want the off-key singing
that you try to hide as you turn up the volume
whenever your favourite song comes on the radio.
i want the consistent interruption of unnecessary commentary
during movies we've seen twenty times already.
i want the concentrated mumbling
as you try to complete a task
you insisted you didn't need help with.
i cannot imagine "comfortable silence".
because you're never that quiet,
and i could never be comfortable without you.
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