Poems in a Coffer

How naive I was
to not know
that every silence
could convey
a distinct meaning
until I met you
and fathomed
the many implicit
connotations of silence

From the innocent silence
when we were too shy
to even speak to each other
to the genial silence
as we watched
sunsets together
hand in hand

From the enticing silence
when our eyes
began to do
all the talking
(often disrupted by
intermittent kisses)
to the satiating silence
which enveloped us
after we lay in bed exhausted
making love whole night

From the apparent silence
when you knew
there were questions
I would never ask
to the obvious silence
when I knew
there were answers
you would never reveal

From the explicit silence
which was mere
absence of sound
to the intricate silence
indicating the absence of
love, trust and admiration

I traversed
through it all
and here I am now

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