There was meaning in her silence.
A force in that smile.
I was at the launch of damaged past.
And she heaped me on that pile.
There’s a time for cool reflection.
Contemplation to be clear.
And there’s a time for quick escape.
And acknowledgment of fear.
I left her in the meadows.
I was shaking at the shore.
The tears are from the laughter.
And her silence has a roar.