Sunday, February 15, 2015

My silence
speaks volumes
in the calls I don't make,
conversations I don't carry,
halfhearted smiles I smile.

My silence
speaks volumes
in what I don't say,
thoughts I don't express,
feelings I hide.

My silence
speaks volumes
in tears I don't shed
(but wish I could),
memories I don't dwell in,
regrets I don't hold.

My silence
is sometimes forgotten
and I laugh, smile and even talk.
But then I go back
to my silence
because
my silence
feels so comfortable around me.

What do you do with the leftover milk in your cereal bowl once the cereal is finished?

If you had a top that was too short to cover both - your cleavage and your midriff - what would you do?