your silence is haunting
leaving me feeling as if what was shared was for nothing.

I saw openness in sharing of dreams.
I felt you cared that my words did not fall upon deaf ears.
Encouraging supporting statements of my art and talent
made me feel nice...worthy...appreciated.
Our openness in talking intimately of our hurts, pain, lives, dreams, ideas
seemed to be an invitation withdrawn to quickly to look within and be friends.
Where did this comfortable feeling go?
Does it even exist or will exist again or did it even exist at all?

this silence is
leaving me questioning...what it all meant?
or why this bonding took place never to be valued again?
Why?
How Come?
Please explain...seems to fall down at your feet...never to be looked at.
Stepped over, acknowledged not, by your silence.

This silence makes me wonder...why you dared?
If you really never cared to begin with?
This feeling of I don't deserve an explanation...how can ONE not show pity on the wounded?

Silence can be violent...or it can be bliss..but
this silence leaves me asking for answers I do not have.
I wonder when you will care enough to answer them without silence?

10/05/2004

Posted on 01/22/2005
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