His Silence

...
Look over your shoulder
At the smiling pictures of
Children dressed as the characters, the caricatures of
Strange fantasies by an oddity of humanity.
Look over your head at them,
Over your shoulder,
Through your body and
Through your silence.
Why are you so silent?
I
Search for anything to say,
Anything,
And nothing comes;
Of course.
Perfect,
Not-very-socialable
Me.
Of course,
Your-girlfriend-who-you-haven't-seen-in-two-weeks
Me.
Of course,
Your-unreliable-second-half
Me.
You stay silent as those little girls--
Not very little, only a year or so younger, I notice--
Giggle and walk purposely past me as if
My virus made me
Blind.
You stay silent as they laugh and whisper,
As if my virus had made me
Deaf.
"Big breakup."
"Big breakup."
You continue to say nothing as we walk back inside,
And when we sing,
You don't coax my fingers to dance in your palm.
You don't
"Finger screw,"
a less explicit version of what I called our little
Pinkies-intertwined-as-well-as-our-heartchords
Dance.
You stay silent as we walk back out.
I didn't sing to you,
You didn't serenade me.
You stayed silent.
His silence killed me that night.
Why is the only thing I lust now
Silence?
....
Category:Jenna Fraen
Category:Poetry