9. Sounds of Silence

‘Darling, I am sorry I did not come home last night.’

Thus spoke Quilt, adding softly: it is not what you think.

Silence looked back – blank – no hint of a coming fight.

An eternity, then a sigh: what dish and drink tonight?

 

Quilt is Mr. Confused; he expected a sword not a word

A blade, but not one wrapped in a scabbard of sarcasm.

He waited, heart in mouth, staring at an invisible chasm.

Not used to the sound of Silence, even as a daily anthem.

 

He had stayed out for the night hoping Absence

Would lure Love out of her – via the Jealousy route.

Misery now says this strategy was far from good

He wonders: why is love at first fight so easily misunderstood?

©Kap 2017

Enter your email address to subscribe and receive notifications of new posts by email.