The tiny echoes of your
small silence are dwarfed
by the elephant in the room
hiding under the lampshade
of your indifference.
I said it, yes
I said it.
You don’t say anything
even though I wait
every night and endure
every desert day hiding
under the hot sun
of my charade.
It’s time for bed
and I lay down
and still you don’t break
but instead you take
your silence-cuffs
and chain me
the nightlight goes out
so you turn on the light
overhead and it bears down
bright
relentless
and sterile
just
like
your
silence.
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