his responses have no answers
blank in the face of my questions
while silence hangs in the air cold
dark
dark
till his deep black eyes harden
freeze
and walls slice between us
cutting
cutting
and his tears
his tears
don't flow but stay trapped inside
where I can't see him
where I can't know
lost in ambiguity stumbling blind
and despite the months I had used and wasted on tissues
despite the despair the worry that racked my gasping lungs in neverending nights
this was sadness that
that
I had never known
quietly moaning in the hidden rooms of the heart
echoing to the edges of my soul
reverberating till numb
and I can't feel
I can't feel
but a sinking
sinking
gnawing
despair
that I can do nothing
though he is sad.
that I can do nothing
to ease his pain.
my love
my love
why shut me outside? Empty.
"It's personal."
