Silence scattered (Day 812)

Is it enough  that

I told you

how I feel (maybe not 

how much  

not how little

nor even what  

but  at least  how)

Is it enough  that

you trampled 

and smashed the fragile 

silence  scattered 

shards of eggshell 

strewn carelessly

in your wake

Or  perhaps  you prefer 

the power 

of not knowing  

the way 

it allows you to take 

what you want  

without the sting 

of conscience you might 

feel  if  for an hour 

or two

you simply listened

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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