
views: Gentle slopes frame moisture,/
warm and inviting.
“She left.” That’s all my/
son had to say to unleash/
floodgates of heart pain.
For a cycle to be/
broken, sometimes you’re required/
to climb off and wait.
Sure. Why not. Why does/
it matter? Why should I care?/
No one else seems to.
What you think may not/
be the truth, but since you won’t/
discuss, you won’t learn.
Yenta made the choice
to “Suffer in silence”. I /
wish my fingers let me.
I want to ask her:/
“What’s going on?” but I made/
the pained choice not to.
Just when you think it’s/
safe to open up your heart,/
you learn that it’s not.
There was a goodbye /
with no hug. This feeling of/
silence is much worse.
It’s now been more than/
24. I’m proud of my/
control despite pain.