Unfinished Business

image

I don’t want to write about her
The thought infuriates me
It is unclear which part sets my blood to boiling
I think it is the silence
It fills the space made vacant by love
Weaves itself through the cracks in our connection
Makes being together worse than being alone
Creates a space crowded with her and me and emptiness and pain
Words which were spoken and words left unsaid
The truth of us is hidden in here somewhere
Tucked beneath my hurt heart,
Wedged beside her stubborn sadness

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s