Rp Verlaine writes

In the Echoes of Silence

for Theresa Lee

Alone

wanting to see

as if with your eyes

the time we spent together.

In the midst of strangers

who begged for nothing

but distorted amusements

we found easy to give.

Years later, alone

in a hotel in Spain

wine tastes like your lips.

With each new glass

I hear your voice

in the echoes of silence

I cling to.

For the immensity of mistakes

your tongue left in

my mouth...

to end all conversation

speaks to me now.