Silence (A Poem)



Noon.                             
Zinc on rooftop
Cracks by the sun’s heat.

Bus stop.
Sandwiched between strangers
Rubbing sweaty shoulders.

A knock.
A door opens.
In bed, another stranger rolls over me.

Look him in the eye
I know he will not
Beat down doors to claim me.

Night.
Phone rings,
‘I love you’, says mother at the end
Of the line.
Silence.

It took you twenty-five years to say?
Twenty-five years too late.

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