Thoughtful Thursday: My response to your response to my reponse

My response to your response to my response

is that we can’t keep having this conversation

again

and

again

dragging like heavy stones

over tall mountains

it’s senseless

it’s hurtful

it’s for the best

My response told you that

your response couldn’t mean anything to me

anymore

it’s the same old door that we keep

opening and slamming shut

and folding over in endless loads

of durtee lawndree

Your response made me think about crying

but instead I said, “I’ll think about it.”

and turned away

we used to say the right words once

to answer all the wrong questions

now we say the wrong ones

to answer the things we should

have asked before

So my response to yours is that

I can’t listen any longer

to what you have to say

Your response

might be to push me down

pull me closer

solve our grievances with

love,

not words,

but dear

My response is there’s no more love

only fears left between us

these days

and the only thing left

is to let our silence speak our words.