The Silence

Your silence in this last one year,

Screamed at me in ways,

Where I questioned every possible situation,

And yet I came up with no answers,

That could justify anything and everything.

I questioned you,

I questioned my own heart,

More than I questioned you,

I questioned my every word I ever said to you,

And I questioned every word I ever wrote for you,

And I analysed and over analysed every conversation,

Thought and over-thought every possible thing I might have done wrong,

And I had more questions than answers,

On almost every day of the last one year,

More questions and more silence than ever,

And in all this,

I somehow accepted the circumstances,

And how your silence screams at me even today,

I would have preferred you screaming if you wanted,

I would have preferred your words even the harsh ones,

I would have preferred truth over the lie you said,

I would have preferred you over your absence.

But, I really would have preferred you screaming rather than your silence.