A Trappist quiet has
settled over the house
and though it makes me uneasy,
I will honor it.
Harsh words, then
no words. Time passes
and each unspeaking
minute makes it harder
to close the distance
between us.
Your fault
or mine, the cause is
now forgotten, but the
effect remains and
silence creates its own
pain.
Shielding our
vulnerability, each
waits for the other to
confess, waits to grant
absolution. But I will
admit no sin.
No.
This time it will have
to be you.
Divine Overtones 