Our hard words
knocked over
the sugar lumps
tumbling them
onto the formica
like dice
as if we gambled
with our love
the spilt tea
seemingly
slowly eating
each lump
devouring our sweetness
like a cancer
dissolving our world.
I asked you again.
You wouldn't answer.
The silence after an argument eats away at sweetness doesn't it...I know that. I can't keep up silence for long, I have to talk and sometimes laugh about things. Laughter is the very best cure for hard words..... Ruthie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic stuff! what more can i say. from the start to the end its just got it!