Life, the Universe and Everything

My throat is dry...

Silence
then
comfort curling
ticking tapping at my keyboard-
You are not here so all I do is think and wonder

there are certain things I will never speak of when we are together

But behind a screen I will allow my mind to whisper,
teeter through to your eyes only
(thank-you technology)

and in nowhere we wage war for love

What it means and if it exists in either of us,
whether patience is criminal and worries are not
as absurd as they seem
but of course
they are

- is there no water? My skin is a mask of cracks.

In stasis do we pretend nonchalance?
As I observe new marks appear
and old ones fade
'No questions' keeps all the question marks green,
hidden in the dark and somehow damp

even my tears are solid salt crystals -
The sky is not yet overcast
silver linings are a myth in this place

I fear the price of waiting
sometimes
when it is silent
and help from my God feels just out of touch

My blood feels thicker, hardening in my veins
Will there be water soon? All I need is a single drop of rain.