Found this on craigslist.

dreams gone; given up yearning. accept your silence as disinterest.
in quiet mornings, i accept the tears & this aching loneliness.
given up dreams, but not how i feel. truth breathes within.
learning to embrace fear, loneliness, perhaps insight.

i'm sorry, i missed so much--every wind-blown word you said,
every static-filled thought off someone else' line.
everything happens for a reason...doesn't it?

in rilke's words, "have patience with everything that remains
unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language.
Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to
you because you could not live them...you need to live the question.
Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself
experiencing the answer, some distant day...create for yourself
an utterly satisfying, joyful, and pure lifestyle.

Discipline yourself to attain it...accept that which comes
to you with deep trust, as long as it comes from your own will,
from your own inner need, accept it and do not hate anything."
[Letters to a Young Poet]

i know it's true...just wish i could hear from you.
trying to live fully in this moment knowing silence is your answer...
ouch