the silence is heavier than the song

We suffer in the silences  
our hearts and minds elsewhere
and I wonder where you've gone  
as I sit right beside you
my mind lost in some other place
where your secrets hurt less  
than the things we aren't saying  
 
I dream of an empty bed
your legs a memory in the bed sheets
and I remember when we'd lie  
tangled in each other's limbs  
unable to get enough  
of each other's skin  
 
Today you haven't kissed me  
and my fingers have done nothing more
than graze your arm in faux sympathy  
as you complain about your hangover  
 
I am tired of these endless days  
of wash rinse repeat excuses  
there's always a reason  
for us to look the other way  
our hearts and minds heavy  
with the things that stay silent
yet carry the weight of our world between them
 
There's only so long I can pretend
we aren't breaking  
 
(C) Indie Adams 2021