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After driving for momentary hours
You asked me if I loved you and
I sat in silence, refusing to answer.
Maybe, I thought, but
I didn’t know anymore.
It is difficult to say after years
of rancid silences that
have been spoken between us.
The sanctified unity has abated.
I am numb from empty words
that echo like a single drop of rain
in a tin wash bucket.
It wasn’t one thing that drove the wedge;
There were many hammerings away at the heart.
You accuse me at this moment of injustices
that have yet to occur and
I bite my tongue as your venomous paranoia
eats away at my soul, yet you are not to blame
for it is I, like the faithful beaten dog,
who stays for its daily rationing of abjection.
I stare out the window. The silence is deafening.