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.