gap

the gaps rule this family.

the unsaid words

lingering.

the pregnant pauses of our conversations.

anger is left to fester and rot

beneath the surface of that paper-thin muscle.

it's hard to say I love you.

it's hard to say, I hate you.

the words are just as strong as the emotion.

they are heavy.

they drag the heart

and transform into ornaments.

the gap between the conversations;

the gap between the sentences;

the gap between the words;

the gap between the gaps.

it all piles up,

until I can no longer see you

and all I see is the gap between me and you.