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
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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