I can’t take the silence
That speaks louder than words.
Wordy silences in my mind That have been around too long.
Like a spider’s web that has outgrown it usefullness;
Even a spider must move on.

When did we become travelers in different far away lands?
At what junction did our soujourn part?
Why did our final destination end up in an abyss,
Only to be escaped through jagged peaks
And steep sloped hills, landscaped by confusion and doubt?

That you do not understand my want and need
To do things with you ... kills me.
That your passion is not me... kills me.
That your addiction is not your family ... kills me.
That you may be thinking these words are ridiculous... kills me.

When we met, I did not camp, I did not fish.
When we met, I was a compassionate person,
Willing to listen and hear your words.
Now the words mean nothing to me.
They hang on the end of a hook
losing their battle to a weak line.

I can’t take the distance of ourselves
When our bodies are so close.
Silence is not a blanket to cloak your wounds.
It is not a shroud to cover your feelings.
Ask me, seek me, talk to me, appreciate me.. I am your family.