A Shared Living
Less is said between us
yet there is more communion.
We read each other;
there’s nothing strange in this,
time seeps into the senses,
heightens our receptiveness.
Words grow less yet grow deeper.
Sentences not completed
nevertheless are more eloquent.
However, sometimes
I take all this for granted
and drift over your ocean
in a leaky canoe,
not seeing the signs
on troubled waves.
Then I have to paddle fast
work my way to your shore again
before your silence
becomes a sea wall.
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