When the silence stretches

And pressed lips line flat,

When words are mumbled

And she’s said this and he’s said that.

When the troubled wringing,

The fearful flutters of a heart,

So used to the loss and mayhem,

Of when things fall apart.

When the familiar glances

Become fogged with lies,

Echos and Half truths,

Of when trust dies.

The stringent acid of,

An unsettled stomach,

The cold lace of fingertips,

The hot scald of havoc.

I search for you,

Through and through,

This can’t

No not again

Who’s left to trust?