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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Deaf From The Unspoken

Goodbye left boxes
stuffed with collected life.

So many were labeled mine or his,
with little set aside as ours.

I sat sorting through
the years of what we were
and cried for what we never became.

Silence created separate islands
where both of us prayed for rescue,
but neither asked for help.

Deaf from the blare of the unspoken,
we lived in a house that rarely felt like a home.

©Susie Clevenger 2013


Bill Nicholls said...

That is so sad, I like to think of our place as home, not sure our lad think it as such.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I have felt lonelier living in that type of relationship than I have ever felt alone. Great write, Susie. I'm glad now home is really home for you.

wordifull.com said...

Heartbreakingly sad...great write.

Raining Iguanas said...

It's a shame how often it plays out this way. You captured the vast emptiness with few words.

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