Silence
When I would stay, decide not to leave you in your monument of self loathing
We wouldn't even speak, minds wandering to the elephant in the room, who had captured the starring role in our punchline of a life. The silence between us, she would groan meandering to find a little common ground where we could pull each other up from the ledge. But now since you denied my hand and slipped from that eroding cliff, the silence, she screams. Pounding her teeny hands waterlogged with sorrow, slamming her body to the ground because she no longer comprehends what it it is to stand.
As you dropped, she screamed, her shrieks lost into the void, because you're down in that ditch, so they slink to me, my ears fracture at the reverberations rocketing through my skull. It's my toes that stabilize my stature, my shoulders that must bare the weight of your wordless weaponry,
The silence whispers, this time she speaks for you, lyrical lines straight from the pamphlet, of how your better now, ready for your responsibility. She so desperately needs to believe you, but I know, I recall this talk, from your last visit to the ditch and the ten times after that you frequented your dust bowl. But, but she begs
“He misses you, he said it so” she croaks
But my oh my
How can you miss me when you don't know what you've missed
You missed first steps, first slips, first days and a first kiss
But what you won't miss is her
Because now when silence screams the world is still
She demands to be heard, she is powerful and she is liberated,
She will stop being my shadow
But you bend the breeze to cover everyone's ears
Now no one listens
She is reduced to the shaking, slipping, spiraling
To the dusty ditch where you are there muffling her with a rag soaked in ignorance and self preservation, as you pull it away, wipe her tears, and pull her from the dirt you say you miss her
But now she is nothing worth missing
Not even to you