The silence is deafening,

from the words you don’t speak

They cut like a razor blade, into the folds of my heart

I can’t even hear a pin drop

Not the faintest whispering of your heart.

I grasp at straws of your presence

holding on with the my giant, wobbly tears

like the first raindrops,  on a half cloudy day

Words have weight, but silence, your silence

is the weight of the world, carried within my heart

-Kim Mecca