“What’s wrong?” you ask with pale concern. You swirl
The contents of your cup. “Nothing,” I say.
You look at me, not buying it, brow furled,
“What? Are you mad at me?” I turn away,
***
“No,” but then, “Well, I’m trying not to be.”
And I am trying, just not succeeding.
You twirl a strand of hair and sip slowly,
you don’t speak; the silence does the asking,
***
But I say nothing. I mean, how can I?
Admitting that I expected those words
from anyone but you, my mouth goes dry.
Anyone else and they wouldn’t have mattered.
***
They marched out between your ivory teeth though,
so in the green tint of fluorescent light,
the cracks widen, I let the quiet grow,
letting it pull the ship down, out of sight.
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D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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Comments (9)
The words we say to one another are so powerful, either in a hurtful or a loving way. Excellent poem!
This is so heavy- beautifully and powerfully evoked, D.K.!
Wow, this is really powerful. Some things, once said or done, really can't be taken back.
Oh no, can nothing be salvaged from it??
Oh no. Relationship as a sinking ship. This was sad, D.K..
Ah that pain is wayyyyy too relatable. Loved this!
This was so moving. So well written! Well done!
‘Loose lips sink ships’ is a favourite saying of a friend of mine… Such a good poem with great last line.
Sink ships? Great work!