There is a strange

little silence

between you and me,

and nothing can

cross it:

no words are said

or heard (not even an echo).


What is thought or felt

is covered in


and hidden by

theatre masks.


Behind this intimate, still, silence

there awaits a dam:

tight with the

unsaid, quiet wishes and desires,

the deep cold frustrations

and the lingering dreams

from better times.



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