I don’t need a hundred hands
Clapping when I speak.
I just need one
That stays
When I don’t say anything.

I’ve seen friends.
They come with noise,
With photos taken just to be posted,
With promises thrown
Like leaflets before a campaign.

I’ve seen friends.
They come with noise,
When dusk starts coughing,
They go missing.

I’ve become an expert in
Half-typed, backspaced messages.

In a world that talks too loud,
I’m searching
For someone who understands
Without needing
A single word.

Maybe I’m asking
For too much.