Communication?
Communication
We talked across an invisible curtain
Both of us using a second language
Trying to express our
Maternal thoughts.
In a locked room
Fearful I'd never return to talk again,
To continue our sad comedy of misunderstanding
You couldn't bear to let me go.
In the end,
Our only fluent tongue was body language.
Yours more violent, due to passion
Reducing me to a series of flinches and dodges.
Exhausted
Mental, spiritual, emotional, internal wounds
Bruises won't show their colors for long if at all.
I understood your meaning across the verbal barrier.
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Anger
You amplified the television
To hide our shouts
(I was never sure from whom)
You locked the door
To keep me in or others out
(I was never sure which)
You took the key
To place it out of reach
(I was never sure where)
You smashed a glass
To show your frustration
(I was never sure about what)
You drew the curtains
And my blood with them
(I was never sure why)
You broke my heart
To prove I'd broken yours
(I was never exactly sure when)
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