Like a rock climber dawns rosy fingers
pulled themselves over the horizon.
At peace for one moment and
hands behind my head I stared at
the spider webs in the corner
where the wall met the ceiling.
Then she said,
" Every time that I tell you
that I love you, you say nothing,
but that's your problem"
I had an inner dialogue with myself
( thought bubbles ) " If I say
nothing when you say you love me
it's both our problems.
My anxieties become your anxieties.
My confusion becomes your confusion.
In life children confuse parents.
Students confuse teachers.
Patients confuse doctors.
Individuals in the flock
confuse pastors.
Those in love who have confused hearts,
confuse those in love who have clear hearts."
but I said nothing.
" You need to see a counsellor!",
she said getting up out of bed in
her underwear momentarily illuminated
by golden beams of light
in which floated myriad
particles of dust.
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