“of all the things that i am scared of,
i’m most petrified of whispering your name
when i’m all alone, like an accident in the middle
of an empty road when it’s only a little past midnight.
if a tree falls in the middle of a forest
and no one is there to hear it,
does it still make a sound?
if a car crashes in the middle of a road,
and no one is there to see it,
did it still happen?
if i say your name in the middle of the night
and no one is there to perceive it but me,
does that make it any less meaningful?
my hands sweat just thinking about
the way the word will hang there,
a breath suspended in the air,
with me staring at the space between me
and my sound waves, realizing that i just spoke
something so holy, something so fragile,
with only the dust particles to
keep it warm.”
— the sound waves hello to me,