The Final Moments of Ours

You say that you 

don't want to hear it, 

any of it. 

Not these words

so delicately spun

like the web

of an ebony widow

or the rays of

marvelous golden sunlight. 

So I guess you will

never 

listen to anything

that I say,

since these words

come from my very soul,

 as do those. 

I guess I can never 

again say

 I love you

I miss you,

or even goodbye. 

So I'll just sit

 here

and listen

to the sound of your 

breath dancing 

through wires 

and landing

so softly 

on my ear,

just one last time. 

Then you will

never

 hear this crap again,

or any crap again

from me.