You talk..

You talk, and I listen.  .. I listen to the silence behind your words, the way the sun licks your golden grave. How your ears hear nothing, how I whisper into them daily. 
You talk, and I wait f... or your lips to start moving. I dig my heels into the dirt next to your gravestone. 
I whisper prayers to God and my dreams to you. 
You talk, and I wander ... through the island of your thoughts, pick a happy daffodil, or gently crease a sad poppy into the ground. 
You talk and I want so much ... to hear your words someplace other than in my head.