radio noise

i turn on the radio to have a voice to listen to, to make the pains of my loneliness all the less sharp. i listen to every crisp enunciated word of the queen's english on bbc. i hang on to every word, authoritative and yet soft like my memories of growing up in foreign lands, where i would seek out a recognizable language over short-wave frequencies. i listen, i listen, i listen. but who will listen to me? who will hear about my fears, dreams and experiences? i turn up the volume on my radio to drown out the loneliness. the silence of my heart.