How nuanced is my silence?
Each day I ignore you for a different reason.
Sometimes I am sad, sometimes angry.
Sometimes I am scared
of feeding my hopeless infatuation
with your irrepressible charm.
Sometimes I am too busy or
too tired to find the strength to face you.
I lower my eyes
and press my lips together
holding inside me
a maelstrom of disappointment
and desire, love
and hate, humiliation
and hope
all churning indiscriminately
behind the façade of ignoring you.
You know where to find me.
If you approach
I won’t walk away.
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