Your sorrow licks my own wounds like they happened yesterday.
Your anger may burn but it cauterizes the pain which spills forth from my heart.
Your silence kills me—kills part of me that no longer serves.
I want the answers—I wish to hear your soul whisper to me.
Your silence pierces my heart-center and I wonder a million thoughts but know by now that your silent tongue interprets more than just words.
Even when you’re angry I can’t help but fall in love with you just a little more—a little more of your soul revealing itself to me.
Despite the many sorrows you’ve faced and yet you still smile—your eyes telling me what pain you have known.
We hold one another often, comforting the sorrows that are now long gone—celebrating the love we can share now.
I learn something new every time I upset you and when we make up, I tell you how thankful I am and how much I love you.
Your silence surrounds me and I am content knowing what I do not know about you and the reasons you escape me.