
Photo by Silas Baisch on Unsplash
where do we go from here?
we are not speaking
because I spoke up
my words did not land as intended
disturbing the tender ground between us
stirring waves higher than expected
threatening to erode what we created
not feeling seen – hurts
not being heard – stings
not being understood – burns
you did not need to hear
what I shared
I made that mistake
and I can’t unsay
what has left my mouth
is silence threatening to wash away what we had,
or might we reclaim what now seems lost?