Jamie, 1998.
© Copyright Libitina 2006.

You seem to have no issue to argue with me,
But your reticence tells of the hate you still bear,
Without your anger hurled I can’t be free-
Forever the hollow man- I cannot meet their stare;
I can no more the scales of justice tilt,
Than gain absolution for my so-called guilt.

And never a word to tell me why,
Not even the remnant of a whispered sigh,
No breath more to be expired for me,
Of my name henceforth your lips are free.

Without a sense of proper closure,
With an endgame still unfinished,
Nothing to explain your change in composure-
Nor your love now fully diminished-
Yet your silence has told me all,
Providing an ending even more cruel-
Your voice rings out in silent contempt,
I can no more escape it than make the attempt.

Instead in doubt I have to walk alone,
Near overwhelmed by the solitude of the abyss,
Private thoughts take a melancholy tone
With never the promise of a heartfelt, requited kiss;
You walked away in resolute silence
Now I am lost to your indifference.

And never a word to tell me why,
Not even the remnant of a whispered sigh,
No breath more to be expired for me,
Of my name henceforth your lips are free.

Without a sense of proper closure,
With an endgame still unfinished,
Nothing to explain your change in composure-
Nor your love now fully diminished-
Yet your silence has told me all,
Providing an ending even more cruel-
Your voice rings out in silent contempt,
I can no more escape it than make the attempt.