28 July 2011

distant games

You are distant
and I want to understand.
You give me scraps of words
and I consider the games of silence
and the offering of a taste
of one's medicine but I refuse to play.
So, you do what you have to do
and I will wait until
your hands are in the air
and you surrender or
until you quietly disappear
into the night without a goodbye.

But understand, my love,
the past has wounded me too
and I refuse to take my heart
and run away from you.
I refuse to build walls of silence
without answers, without warnings.
My hands are reaching out for you.

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