silence cloaked in Love

my heart breaks in pieces

when she pushes me away

not physically but in silence

if I ask…how are you doing?

‘…I’m fine, leave me alone’

i know love has many faces

yet still, they reflect a common one

and when Love reaches out

and not reciprocated in the same

confusion entangles it, disheartened

she walks around in anguish

not knowing of her body’s infirmity

what it’s saying, what it’s doing

but her mind avails itself to withdraw

and silence cloaks her

in me, pain is real inside the heart

it projects of being disheartened

by her silence in an otherwise

noise filled day and so a query ensues

…why Love? you should not have 'disdain'

and as i walk away i'm filled with a vacuous feeling

feeling and a helplessness bathes me, a frustration

sets in from obfuscation where i thought

our Love is one of being; a giving and sharing

throughout our intertwined path in this sojourn

my heart tries to understand her selfless

an intent of distancing me, her partner, from 

that darkness, the anguish, the pain inside her 
but is not the very nature of these what feeds 

and nourishes the belly of Love?

…let me bleed upon you, papyrus and pen,

let my tears soak your dress in solemnity

for this purges my anguish my pain and in
this catharsis i gain as i walk beside her

in her silence yet cloaked with my Love