"speak to me," he begs silently,
his eyes screaming pleas
his heart dares not to whisper.
appealing, concealing, to those shining reflections
and sees what he refuses
sees what he has come to be -
…is confronted by bold-faced emptiness.
"speak to me, please," he doesn't say.
"tell me i'm imagining this feeling i don't see,
this look that i don't feel…"
and stifled by her ignorance
he falls away and broods,
he feels what he dares not admit.
she feels, what she dares not gaze upon.
assaulting his ears, pressing upon him
like a formed chamber, casket of stone,
silence pervades his faltering heart;
nibbles and worries at
the pieces of his dignity,
of decaying obligation
adrift, and alone.
back where it all began.
not even the silence
accompanies him anymore…
he has only his thoughts
those that taunt him
drive him deeper,
deeper into the resonant hollows
the aching echoes
that rend his muted, sunken core