A cold interrogation room
Is not intended
for sharing
of the heart
Although we reveal as much by written and spoken language.
I wonder long what must have happened
to you
I know now why
But am even more confused.
Is what you know of me to you only information gathered.
This much you may say you love
But when all I hear is silence
No affirmation or recognition
Just receipts-- that you got it.
How do I know you love me.
And so how can I return love
If I do not even know if it is there
Or if I am told where
Then why.
Where thoughts go energy flows...
How can I give love to you
If I only know
I am in a room
Under observation by you,
Is safety worth it.
One day in panoramic vision
You will know
The day we find out
Who are true family, friends
And true loves are.
When you receive your panoramic vision
Will you be able to say then
"I was a good brother"...
Your friends will not know you love them
Unless you not only tell them
But express appreciation why.
I hope to say I was a good sister
as well as friend
Even if
I never take another lover again.
I once dwelled in the land of Silence as well
Thinking nothing felt better than the pain
But it was in time far more excruciating.
I know this is not just a truth I learned for me
But something to tell others of
Including
You.
How I long to love you
But in the land of silence
Comes no sunshine
No rain
I cannot root here unless
Unless you too choose another place.
I will wait for you
But I can only do so where living things thrive and grow.
