Fault Lines
Questions
without answers
lodge themselves in my throat.
I choke down the replies. I can't
ask why.
My voice
whispers soft apologies, pleas
you'll never hear. I fold
the words into
a prayer.
No peace
finds me in sleep.
I search for respite, taste
the ashes of bitter dreams, shed
old tears.
I hold
too tightly; your hand squirms in mine.
You dance away, laughing
and leave me with
this pain.