Let me check for a way
to beat you into silence
to calm myself
with your chapped lips that say
you no longer speak.
The false hope
the guards across your mouth
are the guards across my heart
a stillness that says
all is well.
It is well with my soul
praise a glorious day
and you smile and say
“All is well”
it is well with my soul.
That your hands are twisting
in sign language of despair—
is fine, as long as your lips
are frozen, biting back the truth.
Author notes
Losing a friendship is always....yeah. Especially when they supposedly cared about you.
Oh well. Maybe I should start throwing more energy back into this site. I so rarely come on anymore.
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