Without Saying

 
Outside, evening’s breeze whispers. The wind chime, in our tulip tree, rings from time to time, soothingly. Inside, we sit with dinner, and quiet. There’s little resonance, but we care for one another. Our love goes without saying.

Meal finished, we clear the table together, conversing little. No need I think, we know each other, we know without saying. Task done, we part quietly, me to my keyboard, you to read.

Outside, tubular bells sound softly in February sunset. Inside, as I type, my thought drifts to last September’s trouble, the time I hurt you, deeply. “But you’ve forgiven me,” thinking to myself, “yes?”

“Certainly you have,” still thinking to myself. “This year’s a different thing, I’ll not think of you right now, I need to finish this poem.” Outside, the wind freshens, greeting day’s end. Chimes pleasantly keep pace. Inside, turbulent uncertainty stirs.

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 

20 thoughts on “Without Saying”

  1. This is very well written, Rob. Damaged relationships always seem to leave an element of uncertainty, even when mended. the wind chimes ad a nice touch to the feel of your story!

  2. I think she is on the right track, Rob. Hurts can be forgiven but for me I like an apology first, then think forgiving. Nice write.
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  3. Some harms will never heal or be forgotten. May her love allow her to forgive, even though things will never again be what they once were. Change continues; pain is inevitable and part of the parcel of life. They are still together and while that is so there is hope.

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