love, poetry, women

A Mutual Silence

Should he point out

How

When, he told her where he was wounded

And she recalled every one when it came time to reopen them

To hurt him as he hurt her,

But look, she says she’s happy to listen,

And he smiles at the quality of men,

Who call for her attention,

But he does not wish to speak

His pain aloud again,

And he knows he caused what he took,

But, better a mutual silence, with some,

And others, well they speak to him,

Even though, there too,

Is, after a fashion,

A mutual silence,

Of it’s own regard.

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