hush-a-bye

i felt my fingers grow numb
by the chill of your
stare.

i told you not to leave.

but the sound of the door
collapsed during "stairway to heaven."

you bought your seventh sense
at a phonebooth for twenty-five cents,
traced the sunset with your
silence, let the phone ring
till the answering machine
insinuated the end of
your call.

silence gobbled like a thanksgiving turkey
before it's execution.