Silence is a conversation
Full of lies, full of truth
But unclear.
Why can't you just speak?
And why can't I?
Bt that quiet, that still seeps through my eardrums, weaves its way around my nerves and synapses and engraves an image of your consciousness on the back of my eyelids.
Etch-A-Sketch.
I shake my head.
But not too hard - I don't really want you erased - Just your lines lessened.
I wish I tried harder.
I wish you did,too.
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How pretty and sad at the same time. :( I really liked the image of the etch-a-sketch.
ReplyDeleteAre you doing all right these days? You can talk to me if you need it babe! Always.
Steven
Aw, I love this one~!
ReplyDeleteThat was actually an old poem from a few months ago.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Steven.
Thanks Caitlin!
Anytime babeh!
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