I Hear You

When word fades

and whisper ebbs into

 deafening stillness. Only stirred by

the soft pound of the heart. I hear you.

When silence gives word to the unsaid –

unaired accusations birth resentments, and

forlorn expectations stare in folded arms, waiting.

I hear your footsteps on the passage of my soul,

descending. I hear the door softly closing; and there

 is nothing more palpable  than the unshared pain.

And here we are, our hearts so close.

2010©J.Ifeme