Love, do not call to me.
Do not say to me the feelings that vex your heart at night
when you miss me most
half asleep and half drunk,
only when light breaks make silence your armor,
and sentiments harden like laid bricks baked in the sun.
If you must be silent, be silent
all the days.
Be more silent than night.
More than a muted cry.
Hurt gone numb.
Love, if you must