Your silence says it all.
All the words you’ve never said say more than you’d ever be able to string into a sentence.
I hear the answers to the questions that haunt me in the absence of your dialogue.
Your words, darling, have no meaning; they lost their signification when they became predictable.
I can’t bear to listen to your easy words, instead let your back do the talking as the space between it, and myself expands.
This facile manner of communication is deafening.
The quietude echoes over your actions;
your silence says it all.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez