Your silence was so deafening
it made my ears bleed
when it got too loud.

But now that I’ve
heard you again,
I see
it was only a self inflicted wound


I once saw you as a gentle man,
until your mouth and ego
popped their heads from the sand.

Oh, how I wish
you could take it all back
be as sweet
as I know you can.

The bronze boy
who held my mind
the only man
I could stand.

I wish you’d set
your bitterness aside
and learn
to enjoy this ride.

You’re far too precious
to be a victim
of your own pride.