The Tacit Thread

You pause

and I hear

your s-i-l-e-n-c-e

You laugh

and I sense

the w-e-i-g-h-t

You say

"I'm fine," but

I k-n-o-w

You hold

something back,

I f-e-e-l it

Your eyes

shift, and I

c-a-t-c-h it

Your smile

flickers, and

I r-e-a-d it

Your sigh

mutter truths

u-n-s-p-o-k-e-n

Our tacit bond

needs no w-o-r-d-s,

yet s-p-e-a-k-s volumes

Your silence

ties us in

a t-a-c-i-t thread

If no one else

u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d-s—

I do.