i can't decide which is worse
the silence, or the tears that crackle in your throat when you tell me that i hurt you
that roaring silence, or the tears that hollow out your mouth when you tell me that you're sorry
the deafening silence, or the tears that coat your tongue when you tell me you'll be okay
parked outside my house at sunset, you stare out ahead
squinting at the empty street, your eyes are shining
now the sun is behind the mountains and i remember that i've never seen you cry