We think we have time.
We never say what we feel.
We never say what we want to say
at the moment.
We hide it in complicated words
which mean nothing
don’t say anything directly
don’t explain anything.
We don’t talk about what’s important.
We’re scared
of shame
incomprehension
rejection.
We think we have time.
Until the other person goes away.
Then we realize
that we’ll never tell him again
about anything.
We won’t say what we feel
what we always wanted to say
that he was important to us.
There’s only a gibber left
There’s a marble silence
answering mute questions
which we’re afraid to ask.
We thought we had so much time.
© W. Donovan
These lines are so perfect
“There’s a marble silence answering mute questions”
I love this poem.
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Thank you! I’m glad you like it.
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Such an insightful poem. Your words evoke such pure emotions. Thanks for sharing!
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What a beautiful phrase – marble silence. I love it.
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I’m glad you do.
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Lovely poetry! So interesting
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Thank you!
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Well written!
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Thanks!
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