I really wish I could tell the difference between the silence. The bridled silence I’m afraid I too often control. The caged silence for which I blame myself. When he is silent, it hurts. When I forget to listen it hurts, too. It just… Continue Reading “two silences”
he reached down to me i tried to reach up that didn’t work what makes more sense… him lowering himself reaching for me or for me to actually reach him? my arms are too short yet still i reach swatting away his arm more… Continue Reading “reach”