so quiet when the goldfish die.
–ancient Coptic saying
and shyness, innocence…
and silence.
And so it is
With you and I.
We’re no different
From other lovers—
We whisper, conspire,
Grow impatient…
We get cross;
You flee from me
And hide.
We’re open
In our emotions;
Nothing kept inside;
And although we know
We’re broken
Our angst
Cannot be denied.
That’s how
We end up frozen
And still manage
To survive.