Poem: On silence

[mayamaia]

It is too easy to find you
Thank God that when I find you
There is nothing of yourself there

How cruel memory can be
How fresh
How kind you are to be so silent
That I cannot accidentally again hear your voice
And add to the cacophony that has never quieted

Time to turn away again
Time to seek other voices and louder
Though not so rich

Thank God you cannot hear me in the same way

Comments

[donnickcottage.livejournal.com]

Why thank God I wonder. Not that you need to answer lol, just reacting.

[mayamaia.livejournal.com]

*nods* Well, there is an answer to this one. Because there is a general sense of relief that the Loved One, at least, isn't suffering the same things, and thank God is the instinctive expression of it.

[donnickcottage.livejournal.com]

Now I understand. Thanks.