I fear these days. These days of silence from you.
Not the days I fritter away waiting for you to speak,
Worrying, wondering, wishing.
Not those.
I fear these days.
The days when you do not speak,
And I do not need you to.
I am afraid to miss you all the time.
But what I am truly terrified of are the rare, heartstoppingly brutal moments
When I don't.