The absence of truth; the
silence of your withholding, brings
an unspeakable void into my life
which once was full, so full of you.
You offer now a moment here,
a message there, a minute that
can speak no more than distance;
your uttering of meaningless and
empty memories does not fulfill,
instead creating emptiness where
substance used to be – here, inside
Love cannot exist within a
sorrow mend itself without the tears
and fears and anger that you hold so
deep inside of you. I can no longer
cry for you, nor feel the pain of what
you choose to keep enduring.
Why do you cherish and insist
holding onto all that hurts you so...?
And so this silent pregnant
must speak it all,
for your absence is
? Michaelette ?
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