VOLUMES

Your silence speaks volumes

on my answering machine.

First your absence was all I could hear

the omnipresence of the steady light

proving again how unloved I could be.

But now

the staccato rhythm of red

presenting me with messages of increasing clarify

despite their silence.

You say nothing

but I know it�s you

and I know what you�re telling me

with your muted voice

recording quiet

for me.