Between Silences
There are days that silence rages so fiercely, I fear the panes will crack and cave. O how I long for your witty exchanges once more. We spend hours, lingered in poetry, conversations enlightened with articulation, and then your mind snaps; Silence. I learn to entertain myself between silences, to sift through diaries left haphazardly on tabletops. The words you’ve written scream for release; your tortured mind begs for forgiveness. I want to wrap you…
