You count no longer the hours of the night.
You have no name for your silence.
All you've kept
Is the water of an old lullaby in your mouth.
Teach me how to soften the injustice of pain.
Title;
You stay in your silence.
Each one close to her night.
Each one close to her private eternity.
Your skin seems so quiet.
Tell me: did you forgive your dreams?

Background: talking to her dead sisters. My mother speaks.