she called, as she did everyday
said she needed to talk
did i have a minute.
“sure, pretty girl, whats wrong?”
silence on the phone
is like frozen film
on a screen
“i’m late”
but sometimes there’s
times when silence
is your best option
when you cannot think
“i didn’t know you were coming over,”
i said, joking.
silence also contains
the elements of fear,
both of us not wanting
to say something that
would hurt the other
we weren’t at that place
in our relationship yet
“we’ll figure it out, baby”
is all I said.
she bled a few days later,
but the foundations had been
cracked.
what we were doing,
was just killing time,
till it came time to
start living
and another living, breathing
person scared her more
then hurting me
that’s what i’m thinking on
Fathers day.
