
I have grown to be background noise.
not noticeable noise,
like air conditioner kicking on noise,
or the noise of the house settling.
I have settled into silence
because I thought that was what you would want:
something not too present,
but only a switch flip away.
I hate to be more than I have been asked to be,
and I hate to ask for more than I require,
but I wish you'd ask:
"why is the house creaking?"
“why is it so cold in here?"
or
“how can I love you, you floor board, you clock tick, hum of an old light?"
but if you did, I'd smile, and I'd hum quieter.
And that's all I'd do.



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