Like Spitting in the Wind or Splitting Hairs for that Matter

This silence moves (kills) me.
Words are forgettable.
However there are two
that I can't seem to shake.

I asked someone for a partial
lobotomy of just those
two words.
I was about to compromise
with offering to sacrifice
an entire sentence.
I couldn't find the strength.

I couldn't find the strength
in me to lose more than
what's been taken.
Given.
I can't tell the difference any more.

This indifference
overwhelms me.
Your moves seduce (kill) me.

I reached my hand out
of my bedroom window
to grasp a handful of wind;
have you ever tried grabbing
at air?