Draft 2: Our Silence in the World We Build

[Miley]

Every station emits static like a gentle storm not a critique, but I love radio noise. Dosn't the static have something to do with the earths magnetic field? I thought I read that once. The storm of static is a nice image (sound)

that would have woken and encouraged us I don’t really understand this line, at-least not like the others. Why is it “would have” and woken… unless the n is dead or something ?!  
to stay inside—me listening to music,
you enveloped in a book, and curled in our own blankets. Why is it “me/you” instead of “i’m/you’re.”  
“Our own blankets” made me pause, because of the emphasis on “own” which felt very deliberate. 
 
The pulse of conversations spanning countries
has gone from what power lines remain.
There's always something to be said,
so when there's nothing being said, the air between us
becomes too sacred to form into words and we can hear consider replacing “to form into” with “for” it reads smoother, though maybe at the cost of having the air feel less mutable. 
a blue jay calling from a dormant cable.

Thank you for sharing this poem. The post apocalyptic setting is fairly evident, and the approach to sounds, or lack of is compelling. I apologize for my clumsy read/critique haha. I think you set up for a really killer ending in the last stanza but I find the last couple lines a little underwhelming. Like a little forced or poetic or something.