Silence
Silence.
It never could recapture
Our heady drift that existed
Before night was gone.
Such ancient longings.
Sifting through centuries,
Countless lifetimes,
To tap your well spring.
But I did not sign up for your noise.
The words you have chosen,
Wedged between God and mankind,
Have gouged me to my bone marrow.
Yet here I am once again.
Alone. Splattered.
Against the backdrop
Of love's bravest dream.
I'd have learned, one would think,
That sharp shards of shattered glass cut deep.
Though clearly,
Not deep enough.
Or I wouldn't be here once more,
Now would I?
Sniffing around for your sunshine scent,
Longing for something I never really had.
Languishing in my isolation,
Longing for your embrace,
Picturing your face,
Needing to escape this place.
Nothing learned.
Yet all lost.
Within this
Brutal silence.
Copyright © Elisa Christensen | Year Posted 2017
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