Boy no.1

i knew of a boy

every night he screamed words 

croaked from his chest a barren throat 

he screamed for miles

screamed and screamed 

and then you know,

there was a thunderstorm midday where i live, and i pulled myself onto the bridge above the open sea

and shouted my suppressed pain out of this body

he stumbled into his back

i think the boy heard me

i think, ever since the beginning

he was listening 

to my perfect silence

doing much of the talking 

i think it was my fault he was suffering, all of this time

a moment of disregard for my own well being resulted in a lifetime of his bones shuddering