As I gazed at you, my eyebrow raised in silent inquiry, wondering what thoughts were coursing through your mind.
Could you sense my silent question?
When I tilted my head just so, eyes narrowing slightly, silently questioning the depth of your trustworthiness.
Could you perceive my unspoken query?
In the depths of the night, as you slept peacefully and I lay awake, questioning our life’s choices without uttering a word.
Could you discern my silent deliberations?
Opting to stay in, foregoing outings with friends to silently affirm that you are my singular choice.
Could you understand my mute declaration?
When I defended you against disrespect, silently swearing my loyalty to you for eternity.
Could you appreciate my unvoiced support?
By embracing your family and friends into our home, I silently pledged my commitment to being a supportive partner.
Could you acknowledge my silent gesture?
My soul’s silent scream for your attention, yearning to be noticed.
Could you hear it?
My silent love confessed by not calling, though your number haunts my daily thoughts.
Could you feel it?
To the officer who questioned my well-being as I aimlessly wandered, my vacant stare a silent scream of my turmoil.
Could you recognize my silent plea?
My frustration manifest in the act of discarding my phone, a silent protest against your neglect.
Could you interpret my silent frustration?
My desire to pursue education, a silent endeavor to improve myself for us, to become someone better for you.
Could you appreciate my silent ambition?
Beside your hospital bed, I maintained a calm facade, while internally I was a tempest of silent screams.
Could you sense my silent agony?
Turning to drink to numb the silent sorrow of my unhappiness, night after night.
Could you taste my silent tears?
Perhaps, had I vocalized my thoughts, you might have heard me. But when you claim to ‘get me’ and ‘understand me,’ it’s these silent moments I refer to.
If my silence goes unheard, or you choose not to listen, then you cannot truly have me.
Post Revisited from October 15, 2015 Poetry Potluck
Also, in response to MMLM Lucky Dip – Saturday Mix, 2 March 2024:
lucky dip (noun). a game in which small objects are concealed in a container and chosen at random.
Your story cubes this week are: dice, leaf, mask, grenade, laptop, wifi/signal, target, bomb
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