in the Quiet (2006)
It is not unlike brokenness –
This feeling of having emptied myself
Into you, only
To find that you were already full
Unable to hold more.
I know of mistakes
That they are the “after-things”
The regrets and guilts of the next moments
Seem hidden in the times before.
I should apologize — for
The fact that you asked and received
The truth is it hurts
And that dismal pain reminds me…
I’m still breathing
It will be okay.
The world keeps moving
They keep talking
And I find in the Quiet
Moments of wonder
At the how and why of it.