Virus

You said,
'' Silence surrounds you like a disease.''

You were afraid that I was contagious.

Vaccination came in the form of
nasal ingestents
and quarantine in nightclubs
and on other peoples' floors.

I stayed sick
and medicated myself
with crying and cigarettes.

Occasionally you came home,
Bringing M&;Ms from the all night garage
Instead of grapes.
But the visits got further and further apart.

There was no cure for what I had.
Except a personality transplant.

And you never learnt to lip read.