Here is silence.

It's an odd feeling labouring over a poem.  A lot of time and work is put into a small body of text, and it can feel a bit overworked.  At the same time there is a reward when even a single line feels weighty and  full.  This is not quite one of those poems; I'm still working on them.  But I like this one, though I feel like I've posted in an earlier state.

Here Is Silence.

We do not stand together

I am tethered;

You're a feather.

And I must carry on

I am strong;

You are gone.

I would ask what turned your back

On this hard track

Don't answer that.

My questions fall away

There is an absence

Where you lay.

And I may never go inland;

Grasp your hand;

Understand.

The absence where you lay

I questioned on the day-

Answers you will never say.

We do not stand together;

I am tethered

Here forever.