Did I say too much today
or was it not enough,
were there words harshly spoken
or were they devoid of tenderness?
Under cover of this darkness,
and the shades drawn tightly shut;
no apology could break this silence,
nor would it heal two wounded hearts.
Back to back we lay here ,
skin not touching skin;
like two strangers that have never met;
When did we stop being hot and fiery lovers
no longer even trusting each other as friends?
How long did it take between the "I dos"
before we reached the silence of "I won't"?
I feel you pull the sheet tighter across your chest,
almost as if wanting to avoid my accidental touch,
a fear of having to respond in kind;
And I move further to the end of this King-size bed,
the one we used to laugh and love and play on,
-a single one would have been our choice back then-
And I am now left wondering,
if maybe we both would not prefer single rooms,
where the silence is just as deafening,
[but it is by our own choice]
Will there ever be anything left to say,
and will there be laughter at memories of then?
Or are we doomed to this forever silence,
will we eventually choke on unspoken words?
Honorable mention
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