Your silence wounds me everywhere.
There’s no reasoning with words
that are not there.

How can you be so nonchalant?
The route we’re on will not
accomplish détente.

Your sin of omission will only
lead to more distrust.
Yell at me, curse at me, strike
me if you must.

Are we not worth the turbulence
that is our remedy?
I’m willing to stand up and fight for
your return to me.