silently screaming

                                    

 Do you trust the man

That ripped your heart

Out whole?

Who left without saying

Anything to a soul.

OR

Do you trust the man

That’s living in your bed.

That still can’t seem to find

 the words in his head.

  If he can’t find them now

Will he ever?

How long can one wait?

I ask as I sip my tea,

Gaze out the window just to

Count the raindrops

collect on a plate