Tuesday, June 21, 2011


We don’t talk as much anymore
You walk into the room
Take one look at me
My blood freezes in its veins
My heart stops beating
For a minute I don’t breathe
I start to shiver
It feels like I just went to Siberia and returned
You change clothes
Change wallets
Walk out of the room
You take a side glance
No words can explain how I feel
I bow my head in shame
Like I did something wrong
You take one last look
My eyes plead and apologize
What I wouldn’t give to hear your voice
Just to hear the one line that drives me crazy
Even if we have to pick fights
At least I will hear your voice
Maybe I will hear
Maybe I will feel your love
But instead
I feel you’re the hate you feel
Did you say something?
I could have sworn you did
It was just the silence playing tricks on me.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

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