“…You are quiet like the night, and like the night you’re star-lit.
Your silences are star-like; they’re a distant and a simple thing.

I like it when you’re quiet. It’s as if you weren’t here now.

As if you were dead now, and sorrowful, and distant.
A word then is sufficient then, or a smile, to make me happy,

Happy that it seems
so certain that you’re present….”