vale
i can hear everything in here
though they never said we could
the deafening silence, the wilted tear –
unsaid and understood
the door is far away
fading out of reach
in a desert oasis
embrace and burn and leave
i can hear everything in here
but no one can hear me
they say the world ends in fire
but the fire will preserve me
it calls for me
this solitude, a tightening of the heart
coming and going, one step closer –
and again, i will see her
i make the box heavy
with the torment i leave behind
yet the air is still
crisp and clear
and awaits me with open arms
Vale – /ˈvɑːleɪ/ Latin, ‘be well!, be strong!’, imperative of valere