if you listen carefully
          you might hear the hissing of the autumn breeze
                                     through barren branches
                  and the last breath of darkness
             before it vanishes into light
    and the damp clap of thunder before rain
                   and the pulsing pain of stars
                                          that flickered into the night
                 and all the things I never said but wanted to
      and the poems I didn’t write
          and the murmur in your heart before we fight
and the sound of my empty womb