The Artificial Silence
Just a cry or a whisper in the artificial silence could have helped us to find our island and build a home made just for two. But your pride and my resistance and the strong advice of those who wish us well maintained the distance - and I doubt I'll ever see you again. Yet I wonder if you wrote me...? I wonder if I called...? Would we hide behind the wall that divides us and protects us from all that fall back into violence. Can we crack this silence?