about you and a poet, once

you were never a poet
yet somewhere
you heard my cries
amidst the rubbles
that lured
broken wings i had
buried, alas!

you never had words
not a rhyme of comfort
not even a melody
but you hum and you hum
with softness that melts
frozen remembrances
of dreams, of hope
of life

i was
once a poet of enslaved words
of a world, for an act
i had roles to play
i had me, and i
tried to figure who
i was and was not
i have failed
or maybe
i succeeded

will you stay?
i promise i'll be quick
rising from the rubbles
waking from my dreams
i shall write my last,
will curtsy at the stage
and run
fast..so fast, i'll leave
my shadow lost
to be with you
to embrace your gift
of silence