Why didn't I realize that your silence
was not an accident but a result of my failure?
Words have been the cause -
'Cannot stay', 'no future', these once spoken
You took without protest. The unspoken, you used with deliberation;
They dripped bleeding questions
On gaping scars.
It is no big deal to live without
warmth and hugs, even Wills and Reserva
That tear apart memories and make one wonder
if they were imagined.
Strange to think that once addictive substances
are so easy to wean from, including your words
Once offered as promises. Easier still to think
All was a deception from the beginning.
Frightening to know this pattern for what it is,
in others silence and my own
Answer being a departure.