Time lapses,
and I stand still.
I do not dare
move fingers, arms or limbs
in this silent mixture of regret.
The words I did not speak,
the truth I did not see,
the glass I have stepped on.
It was not deceit I felt or
errors I covered, yet
my silence drew your blood and
bade you question me.
Today, I am unsure of where our path
will wind, of how
I will call your name or
the memory of it.
But I know in this moment
as I’ve never known before,
the love shrouded in your shadow,
the lines of impulse in my fear,
the disaster of my worry.
And I vow to myself,
to never unravel the cord again.