Words

Every quiet minute,
a reminder of the
words that went missing.
Words that used to
fly between us.
With wings full of care.
Always a sender,
always a receiver.
Now an empty screen.
Only a waiting receiver.
The quiet space saying
you don't want to bother.
Not even to give
me a farewell.
All the words
you sent flying,
landed in my heart.
My heart is full
of garbage.