Tuesday, November 10, 2015
used to be comforting,
we didn't need words.
The natural matching of
palms to fingers,
eyes to breaths.
Then the accusations;
we began to stagger under
the weight of all things
not about us...but about him,
you, me, them.
the tears. We began to lose each other.
I loved you more, you hated me more...
I think, because the silence became
I doubt we started wrong,
since we began without words.
Words are not always needed.
Maybe you could have pulled my hand
away from the crowd, long enough
to make art - colour a red light, a stop sign,
a proceed with caution.
Something to say, please don't leave.
Instead that is all I say to an empty room;
a closed door.