The Silent Treatment

I can do the silent treatment.

I can do not talking.

I could not talk you to death.

I could stay unspeaking.

Cold shouldered,

Hard hearted,

Stone faced,

In petty set.

That’s us.

Not kissing,

Not making up,

Not giving in,

Not yet.

No, none of that.

It’s just not us.

It’s not how we are.

We’re hard.

We’re difficult.

We’re unconjoined,

Not free.

See, I can do the silence.

I do it better than you.

It’s where I live.

But you’re not like me.

You need to talk,

To anyone,

About anything.

Anything but us.

The things we don’t say,

The things left unsaid,

They are better left there,

Unspoken.

I prefer the silence.

It’s more honest.

It speaks volumes

About us.