Elucidating Questions

It’s the beginning of day two of silence which presses in on all sides.

Filled with sounds until there is sound from someone else.

Wishing I still knew how to believe in love

When every morning is after the fever breaks.

The fever of the dreams leaking into never being remembered.

Back into the cold of a morning that wasn’t wanted anyway.

Being told to give a damn when it wouldn’t make a difference one way or the other.

I’m not breaking I’m still broken.

I never healed I just remembered

How to act.

When playing pretend that everything is well when it isn’t.

When going through the day and pretending I don’t fear every hand that touches and every person that is.

If I feel it is it real?

If I feel it but no one acknowledges it is it real?

If no one believes me

I didn’t have some place to go.