He sends loud signals with his silence
I invite him to write
His response?
Nothing.
No words of platitudes
No explanations or excuses
No chat about the daily grind
Nothing
The age old conversation
Of avoidance and ignorance
Until the other gets the message
No longer wanted
Why must we ever relearn the story?
Or is it just me,
Who fails to recognize when she is
No longer wanted
W.B. Yeats intructs,
“Go and love, go and love my friend”
But what of the
Nothing
And
No longer wanted?
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