No Sense

Some days
The silence is unbearable,
Grating my teeth in frustration
Over what I can’t say.
Still others
The silence is pleasant,
Hearing nothing, but feeling so deeply
What neither of us ever say.
I don’t know what keeps the balance,
Why I still feel your gravity,
Or why my memory still seizes me
In your grasp.
It makes no sense…
But what in this life truly does?
Only the boring stuff.

~Antanya

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