In Those Small Silences
Nobody ever heard my sobbing in the small silences
of my voice, thinning through the smallest echoes finding
absences in corners of my mouth that everybody saw straining
appropriately for gesturing a greeting…
but the struggle has never been far enough to ever be convincing enough
to convey enough of happy in a smile.
I must admit, as I warily greet the somebody in the mirror,
it does appear strangely beneath my dreary eyes as would something faulty I
attempted to piece or string together or weave
In a time when light left me only in darkness’ scarcity
And left me to grieve while lonely.
If anybody can hear sobbing in those small silences
where absences appear in a smile,
set out to find the child.
She weeps upon the closet’s floor.