Fistfuloftears

Silence can pierce ear drums. We swallow our words and attempt to flee from level 5 hurricanes heading to our cerebal.

I sit there and ask you what you want. You reply with a glance that frustrates and say nothing. Nothing that lays between us. Nothing between my painful desire and your ambivalence.

You sit there holding in every moment and selfishly savor them while I sit across from you and stare in confusion. I dangle from treetops trying to catch up to you. You reel me in with emotional honesty and leave me stranded, high from the ground when you knew I was scared of heights. You knew I was afraid of falling from heights so high to a ground so hard.

I hold your hands and lay my head down. Close my eyes and imagine this nonconversation is as light and pale as your yellow walls.

My ears ring from your nonwords and full glances. It is undeniable. You have shown me how to unlock my heart but refused to walk in. I will not conduct a sit-in for your honesty.

Instead, I will pack up my valuables and re-build the house I built for you. You hesitate a goodbye but I've already grieved your loss.


- From the yMobile