Four eyes staring at each other
Across a table or across a room
Four hands clasped together
Laid in each lap
Nuckles white, holding tight
Fearful to let go
Fearful to reach out
Words unspoken, lips pressed shut
Must hold our tongue
Must not speak out
Minds filled with questions
Silent reflections
Is it hello? Or is it goodbye
Fearing both, we just stand by.
Intense! Nice work, Lola. Sorry I didn't get to it until now - life rushes on, and it's a small scrap of paper in my wallet. Still, I did finally find a quiet moment to read your poems, full of life, joy, pain. Thanks so much. See you at Kroger's: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very good poem...capturing the esssence and mystery of silence