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That night I fell in love with a voice. Only a voice. I wanted to hear nothing more.

—Michael Ondaatje

With the voice now silenced, I remember only a silence today. A silence that screams like sirens in my ear. It does not stop. To make its presence known–as if I could forget it anyway–it keeps blaring. At first it whispers in my ear.

Like a snake.

Then it wraps me from head to toe; entraps me;

suffocates me!

It feeds on my mind, but doesn’t leave my heart. Makes my limbs go weak, makes me beg for relief, but also doesn’t leave my soul. It seeps in, like stale air, and spreads its stench everywhere. I feel I am brimming with silence now, and it finds no exit!

I miss the voice— the one and only voice I have ever loved. But I am not sure if any part…

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I want you. I want your sleepy yawny confused look when you wake up next to me. I want to be the pillow that you hold every night. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.

I want to be the sheets your fingers feel safe in; those that you crave each night – the blanket that wraps around you. I want to make you breakfast; cheese omelette with olives and mushrooms just like you like it. I want to drink tea with you while listening to birds chirp outside our balcony. I want to talk to you about everything that comes on television and in newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and be quick witted with you. I want to have differences between us.

I want to listen to old records that we find and ask you what you think about them. I want to sit down in your lap and talk of stupid things that don’t make sense for hours on end. I want to fight with you like a crazy person I want to tell you that I hate you only to tell you that I love you so much that I can’t stand it. I want you to hand me tissues while I cry and tell you what a jerk you are. I want you to listen.

I want to laugh and I want you to laugh with me. I want you to laugh when we kiss for there is no better taste than your laughter in my mouth.

I want to hold you so tight that every breath you take goes through me. I want to breathe air for you. I want you to be intoxicated by the magic we inhale and exhale. I want your blood to flow through my veins. I want to hear your every heartbeat. I want to slide my fingers across your back and feel your muscles relax under my touch. Then slide my fingers through your hair and ruffle it up. I want to eat what you eat; I want to eat from your hands so that you assimilate in every cell of my body. I want to be the coffee you drink on chilly December winter nights so that the cold never reaches you.

I want to become the reason for your every desire. I want to go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want you to keep me busy with the deepest corners of your mind and when I get tired I want you to hold me in your arms and tell me that you were only playing so that you are the only book I read. You are the only book I read.

I want your flaws. All of them. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie; like a piece of art; struggling to explain you in the perfect words but never getting the right one. I want to look back and think of you and smile every time.

I want to hold your hand and dance on a soft mellow beat. I want you to whisper in my ear that I’m all that you need; all that you crave. I want you to be almost there, but not quite and every time I run away I want you to chase me – and capture me.