by Nina Medeiros

Created on: April 03, 2009

Separation

Now there are silences between us, the keeping

of things

apart, like words

we don't offer to confess any more.

In place of argument

there is silence, with

things left

to say, words

sealed hermetically in a vacuum

which refuses passage.

There is a calm, falling

across our kitchen

like the gray natural light of morning.

There are things we do not say,

because we have separated, and this

is maybe the biggest of all the changes still to come.

There are no more hurt feelings,

no wounds to lick

arguments to prepare

defenses to muster.

No more sleeping in separate bedrooms,

waking up alone

passing in the hall.

We move on into our futures,

silence the keeper between us.

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