Communication (13th May 2008, 10.08am).
Like the aftershocks of an earthquake
Your little revelations run through me
Tiny tremors of violence
Echoes of our mismatched past
Small words hiding massive hurt
Regret, dishonesty, nostalgia
I find words to label your emotion
Sticking plasters on old wounds
That refuse to heal over, continually opened
Once the blood has congealed
Let sleeping things lie, untruthful
Sometimes it’s better to believe in
The lies we have become used to
Leave the past unprovoked and peaceful
And let my heart heal at last.
