Not one word.
Don’t open your lips
even to say you love me
because
it would be too much.
I am already at a crisis,
a flashpoint,
walls buckling with the tension
of holding all this in.
I do not know how to let go
after all this time.
What if I opened my hands,
unlocked the cage,
opened the door?
Ah, you would run,
don’t think that you wouldn’t.
No one standing could face this,
and lying down, much worse…
You might instead
scramble into the cage,
shutting yourself in,
and then where would I be?
Tending you,
a wild thing mastered by freedom.
Please do not speak.
It would be too much.
RCGA, 2010
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