New Leaves This Color

I am wrapped up on the balcony beneath my aztec quilt.
I am studying the moon tonight;
I wonder if you will.

This is my paper telephone.
Today I cut the string.
And somehow despite the silence,
I hear you over everything.

My heart just beats this way.
I am so sorry.
My throat forms words and
Boldly proclaims the things I shouldn't say.

I never learn.
I would have stayed silent.
But I couldn't for you.

 I ache and ache and ache.
 It spills out.