Sunday, May 29, 2005
Cocoon by Christine
“Where did you just go?”
“You know... I already told you.”
Silence settles in again for the long haul.
Inside, I want to scream, “That’s impossible!
The only conversations we’ve had are the
ones I’ve initiated!”
Then again, there have not been blatant lies tabled,
only the sin of omission.
I overhear you speaking on the phone,
confident laugh, happy voice,
speaking to the outside world.
These walls have not been visited by that voice
for many years.
I am surrounded by memories of my emotionally mute father,
the man who helped determine whom I would NOT marry.
Yet here I am
Wrapped in a silent cocoon.