I know you don't know most things,

The words you speak but don't understand.

Your voice echoes in a mirror, an empty hum,

The more you say, the more incomplete it is.

I understand that it is difficult for you to understand me,

A burden you cannot carry in your mind.

My loneliness, eternity at the top of a mountain,

And I try to learn everything with tedious effort.

Sometimes I forget, sometimes I remember,

As I remember, words come out involuntarily.

You can't even comprehend this, I know.

While you fill the silence with stupid jokes,

You are in a conversation that is more empty than what you call empty.

I understand because you don't question,

In silence in everything you call husband.

And I know, what you see as big,

To me it's only as insignificant as an ant.

And yes, I understand now:

Everything is empty.

But there is still meaning in this emptiness.

Maybe it's just me.