how do we hold silence
in lines of poetry,
in the syntax of the poem’s phrases or sentences?
and, why does it matter anyway? is there not more power in words we write,
in words we say to each other?
touched, our being lifted soars, but,
shattered, we are fragments
left behind      lost in words.
once spoken words cannot be taken back.
sure, there is always the word sorry.
but listen to the sound
it makes; a pathetic overture
of could have – should have
but silence     left as space
between our words can hold
everything and more; it holds its own.
it becomes the measure
of the sacred space between us;
the uncertainty of knowing.
are there words for that?