I've learned saying
Your name without
Making an ounce of
sound.
I've learned to deal with
The emptiness without
The need to fill it up.
And to love without
Expressing it,
To yearn without the
Need to show it.
To remember without
Collapsing--
The art of conversing
Without the need for
Reciprocation-
Silence is new language,
And healing is just
Accomodation.
You're not longer a
Wound, just a space
I like to carry.
And perhaps that's
What love becomes
When it outlives the
Destination-
A steady embrace that
Finally lets go.