counting the days…
one, two and so
achingly slow…
three and four
days of silence.
booming silence
as not one word be passed
among us
as if
we were both walking
deceased
numbly moving along
forgetting our natural instinct
to love,
communicate
knowing,
there is an internal battle
festering within us
lost in translation,
between the words we did not say
and the silence that followed
silence
five, six,
now seven days…
i’ll count ‘til infinity
to hear what you have to say.
