do you speak silence?

it takes a lot to handle me

a certain mix of fragile strength and courage is required

for I am an a cappella song echoing through the walls

the knock on the door at midnight after you’ve turned off the lights

a sunset on fire and water crashing on the shore wrapped up in

the stillness of a starry sky

the undulating hips on the dance floor

the voice speaking to flowers in vases

the body smoking nude on the grass

The hand, writing

lips red when everyone else’s are bare

eyes staring

still wide open and curious for the unknown.

 

Time tick-tocks its way into another tomorrow

and it gets more and more difficult

to find someone who will learn my silences

and speak within them.

inconceivable

at first

the silence was deafening.

I had almost forgotten how much

he likes to talk.

now

the silence feels settled.

like a warm blanket I wrap myself around.

 

comforting.

 

I’ve barely spoken a word

in the last three days

and sure, I’m heartbroken

but somehow I’m also

in total bliss.

the armor of silence

I have no words left to give

no piece of my heart

remains intact for me to share

so I dress myself in silence-

one layer for protection

and another for warmth.

 

seeing my words

disappear like a ghost

almost makes me feel

safe.

mute

I wish you had stayed

maybe then you’d finally say

the words you keep meaning to give to me

or maybe you’d finally speak

the truths you keep on keeping from me

or who knows, maybe silence

could’ve been our thing-

remember how comfortable we felt in ours?

Dunce

And if you were smart enough

you would know by now

that my silences mean more

than my words.