the rest, silence

the rest, silence

Is the words ‘I don’t love you anymore.’

all that

different than ‘I don’t love you enough to do that?’

I don’t know; or want to know. Only a touch, a desire, her flawed memory Is
needed a need, my need.

Silence is, has a beauty containing it

silence whispers, ‘perhaps’

it is

my rest,
my, mine

silence, a rest