I wanted to be the onewhose leaving let the hall fall into silence--silence , which I have , from talking , learned to love.But what , when no one loved me , have I donebut talk , talk , talk until I 've said , like Peter , the thing I shouldn 't say or , as tonight , until I 've said exactly what I 've had to say.And as I hurtled home past dark , tires wailing , I howled with every song on the radio , screamed some teen-age stranger 's stupid words , shrieked somebody else 's rage , somebody 's lovetill I could bear my own voice , and its silence .
I hate the silence , hence I talk all the time .