Silence

She’s that girl I always end up calling when I’m high, at two in the morning she answers with a sigh. And we talk for hours until the sun begins to rise and then we lay there in silence before we say our goodbyes…and that silence speaks so loud…she says she’s got an angel that sleeps beside her in her bed and she’s always right beside her whispers poetry in her head and sometimes in the silence she tells me what she said…and the silence speaks so loud.