Nothing seen, nothing heard

I listen to your silence
Brought across miles
By my disappearance
From your life

An absence forced on me,
The unwilling,
Seemingly silent participant,
Speaking words
Burned on pages
Yearning to be heard

Falling on deaf eyes,
Supposedly blind
To my forays,
Nothing seen
Nothing heard

I listen to your silence

— glb

and

and, the things that were real
don’t seem so much lately
and, when I question that,
I question myself
and, those questions
don’t have answers
I want to hear

and, it all leaves me
laying on the floor
or
motionless on the couch
watching the flame
on the candle flicker

and
recognizing the random
decisionless little fire
and
seeing its twin in my soul
I snuff it out
and
breathe in the smoke,
inhaling the tiny death
knowing the flame
will never be the
same again

–glb