Threshold Of Silence Poem by Reena Marie

I've become a footnote
in the margins of your attention,
my words hover like dust
between us—unwelcome, uncertain.

One misunderstanding
and I've shrunk myself
into the smallest possible space,
a whisper apologizing for its own sound.

Your coldness is a language
I'm desperately trying to translate,
each of my movements now
calculated, careful, barely breathing.

I am sorry—
a word I've worn down
to its smallest bones,
transparent as glass,
hoping you'll see through
to the sincerity underneath.

How quickly connection
becomes a fragile thing,
how easily warmth
can turn to frost.

I am learning
how much space
one moment can create.

My presence feels like
an inconvenience,
a weight you're forced to carry,
a sound you're tired of hearing.

I fold myself smaller,
become less—
hoping that less of me
might mean less burden,
less chance of breaking
what little remains
between us.