My chest is a cave that echoes and aches. I crawl in at night and lay wide awake. Gravity’s hands hold me in the darkest spot. It’s the safest place his hands have taught. The rock grows cold against my shivering limbs. Still I hide inside, where even the darkness dims. I hold my breath and squeeze myself into a speck of dirt. All the patience to find myself, one with the earth. So sweet a dream my heartbreak enjoys. It’s the only way to stop the noise.