There is a tirade of words
unspoken, a cataclysm
of silence and I wish she’d speak,
offer just a few syllables
to quell my heart from
wallowing in doubt.
But this is war
with every unspoken word
a land mine I stumble over.

When suddenly, D-Day erupts-
a barrage of artillery exploding as
insults and blame. We’re both wounded,
bleeding from our egos,
vehemently exchanging bullets.
Even pacifists must fight to survive
when thrown into the trenches
and as I take aim, wonder
if winning the fight is worth the losses
as her heart enters my cross-hairs.