The Silence

she's not talking to me or
I'm not talking to her
no-one can remember
how or when it started
but it's been going on so long
one of us must be right
or both of us are wrong.

apparently, we can't be in a room together
the silence is too painful, everyone
feels it - a silence like a knife
that jerks inside of you - maybe
she really loves me
and I love her
but we'll never ever know
until one of us dies because
we're just not speaking to each other.