Fatalistic

He doesn’t
think
of me
when he’s
with her.

He has
no
conscious
about that
and
that void
came
with
his distilled
age.

He has
me
in
the palm
of his
hand
but he
doesn’t
want
me
to
know
about her

and

that
makes me
vulnerable
to unecessary
pain
as I collide
with his
unspoken
truths.

Silence
is a language
all
of it’s own.