Thursday, June 11, 2009

Not

You looked at your hands
When we talked tonight -
When I was speaking,where did you go?

When I leaned forward, you recoiled.
I pulled back and you sat still.
I got up to leave and you did not follow.

Intermittent blinks and long pauses
Drew from me a question - what's wrong?
And you said nothing.

Three years of incompletes brought us here -
My invitations blunt tipped to your sealed lips
I have slipped into a quiet little place

Not speaking,
Not asking,
Not.

June 11, 2009

1 comment:

  1. Language comes in many forms, but all of it can emanate from that place that wants to reach out, to solve, and to connect

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