I have learned to read the silent

i

I may never understand
a downpour

it means more than just
rain even though
droplets collapse all around
more than I feel her skin

she escapes me
oh how to forget her

ii

I am nothing
more

than a waiting room promise
that disappears into blank pages
where thoughts disolve

the permanent white ink
of what I once called love

iii.

we wrote on torn diary pages
with that same ink

sculpting poetic lines
vibrant yet concise

too bad
we forgot the lemon juice

our words
are left unnoticed

iv.

somehow
it always comes back to her
this beautiful monster

making me believe
we hurt the ones we love
so we can heal

but

no one told me
certain things are better
when left untamed

v.

sometimes we don't like reading
or listening to that final whisper

how can we love
without our reflection in the mirror
the glass tends to break
it leaves us shattered

vi.

you taught the
final lesson

live
where words are born
from silence