Argument With My Wife

Fissures become canyons
Hills, mountains.

Rivulets become torrents
Storms, hurricanes.

Silence, void of meaning, gains
Strength and power simply from the absence of

Words. Though full of meaning, they lose
Their power when trust is shaken.

Loss measured in the crucifix of time
Seeps almost effortlessly from the burden.

Still

I stand mute
Indicting myself through cowardly rationalizations

Echoes from vows at the altar
Transcend the distance.

I ache from the vast solitude
Like thunder that knows no lightning

Faint whispers of sentences understood by both
Of questions neither will answer.