Doomed in my Twitter Career

The Gaps

The silence that fills 

The peaceful forest 

While the whoosh 

Of the waterfall and the wind 

Whistle in our ears- 

Such sweet

Serenity. 

The silence of 

Nothing-to-say, 

No longer sticky and awkward, 

Sinking deep 

Into the armchair 

Of thought-

Slowly releasing 

The burden of speech-pressure, free-

As though it were just me.

As though it were just you. 

The affectionate silence. 

Dialogue through eyes 

And the sound of breathing. 

Saying I love you 

But wordless, 

But deeper.

The silence of listening 

And processing. 

The thoughtful expression 

And your mind, its slow-burning flame

Thoroughly engulfing-

Sensitively selecting 

Its next words. 

Grief-filled silence.  

There is nothing to say 

That expresses the pain 

Of the loss. 

There is only

Comfort of presence, 

Of being able to say 

Nothing.

Nothing at all. 

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Words have connotations, 

Layers of meaning, 

Carry feeling,

Silence, too- 

A language in and of itself. 

I have listened carefully 

To the gaps:

In our conversation,

In the notes you play 

On your guitar.