Silence

I’m walking on egg shells,

silent,

unassuming.

Careful not to stir up our respective truths.

Hanging by a thread,

I crave your attention

but don’t ask for it.

I know you do your best,

standing one foot in and one foot out.

I’m not afraid of being alone

…so why am I here with you,

in and out of moments like this?

What keeps me near you

when your presence is as heavy

as the tide rolling in?

Is it you, or is it just the idea of you that I love?

I know you ask yourself the same questions;

maybe that is why I am second guessing myself

minute by minute.

And the clock ticks…

Spread thin between holding on and letting go,

we are too much alike to help each other

snap out of these melancholy moods.

Maybe we are here to perpetuate

the bittersweet helplessness,

healing each other

in silence;

or maybe,

we are simply sailing the same seas

in different directions.

2014