Silence


I don't know why you're not talking to me
maybe you are treating me to a dose of my own
I prefer it to shouting, stomping, and screaming
It's not that I'm so concerned with your feelings
as with the possibility that I served an injustice
that I was so negligent in my orchestrated actions
as to have spurned your shut-down reactions
for in no other way can I make amends
except to have taken precautionary bends
to side step the unfortunate erroneous slip
that can never be reversed or erased
forever polished and placed in your sensitivities
tipping the scales of our balanced histories

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