sssh

this loud silence it grows like a wall

watered with pain, lonely and tall

it sits between us snug and close

so near you could poke it with your toes

it grins and laughs but doesn’t smile

like an old joke that’s guffawed a while

it speaks for us and says the wrong things

like an angel soaring on monster wings

this loud silence it grows like disease

chomping spitting as it does please

while we sit dead and dying to speak

it grins and laughs and makes us weak

it makes bad worse and worse more grim

like the last burnt match in a night so dim

gleefully it makes us want to be quiet

lest stupid good intent spark a riot

but at the big beautiful cost of being brave

or blind or desperate or even a knave

let me write you here these wistful words

not destined to be spoken or ever heard

that of all the things I ever wanted to do

was most to scream aloud: I love you

ram cobain