The Wait
I worry. There is a silence
that has descended and set
a clamp upon the day.
Words won't come. They stall
like frozen shadows
then dissipate into air.
The chill of something
deep in the unspoken
grows colder until it seals
lips shut with ice.
A pale, watery sun hangs
like a hollowed out carcass
emptied of heat.
But I have learnt to wait.
It takes time before silence
needs to draw
a breath and speak,
and for the world to thaw
once more into love.
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