silence, sometimes welcome respite from the world,
is never what i want from you.
it says too much in its emptiness:
it tells me i have crawled too close to your truth, your heart,
to that which you say no living soul could understand.
i will not argue or cajole or cavil you with questions
you don’t want to hear and will not answer.
you have shown me much that you hold hidden
from the eyes and ears and judgment of the world.
you have allowed me some small access to parts of you
you wish to forget but cannot.
keep your dreams – i know them; i have the inner eyes.
i only ask that you not put me in that graveyard
where so many have been buried.
i am here and will remain, honoring your trust,
silent in your silence of remorse.
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The silence of sorrow and shame.