We lay together in the darkness
your hand across my waist.
I remember the words of yesterday
and they fester
like an open wound in my heart.
I want to tell you that it hurt
Do you recall the old nursery rhyme
about sticks and stones?
Well it was wrong,
because words do hurt me
more because they linger in the air
of unspoken conversations.
The inciting incident
should have been but a brief disagreement
( laundry and two missing dollars bills)
But you defamed my character.
Claimed I never listen
yet I am sitting next you
as you yell your point into my ear
How could I miss one word of what you say?
Trust me I listen,
how you must always be right.
Pounding your point home
until I give up
Leaving me to wonder,
why do I even talk?
No one hears what I am saying.
One voice rises up over the other until
it reaches a crescendo of massive proportions
and my original argument is lost.
Who cares about two missing dollars,
when you don’t believe in me?
I left you sitting on the bed in silence,
your head in your hands
but I could hear you mind working
You thought I was going mad.
So now I lay in your arms until I can’t take it another moment
I must capture these words spilling from my heart
get these things off my chest
and into the ear
of someone who can hear my small voice
even if it is not you…
The cacophony of my silence
speaks louder than I could scream.