The Weight Of Silence Poem by Shelley Hall

We try again
the late nights
curled up on the couch
arms entangled
from longing

locking gazes
like the first time
breathe ourselves into
some kind of connection
that will only last
a moment, until

the silence creeps
in once more
the phone goes quiet
and the shadows on the couch
grow longer and
darker

then we try again
but this time
we are bone on bone
we have worn ourselves away
from too much aching
and all that's left
is silence