You asked if there were regrets.
I said there were none.
But the silence made me think

When the silence fell, I didn’t know
Either of two extremes you felt.
Except to know it must hurt.

My reflections brought forth
possibilities as the dust settled,
And I shouted impatiently at the silence to end it.

I was too busy to think!!
My candle burned at the middle
Wanting more than is right!

Now I see clearer,
Sometimes I cry anew,
But not always in sadness.

We fell into the pit we had made
Each giving, selfishly and selflessly
beyond the right to give.

Touching your desire,
Caressing and comforting,
Making you shout!

How wonderful, new, exciting,
Revitalizing, daring and tender!
Sharing Love’s intimacy.

But expressed physically, a danger,
Not respecting others who love us.
I could not stop the inevitable pain.

Touching you made me want to stay
To feel alive and elated and wanted.
But every night I would still leave for home.

As memorable and wonderful as it was,
I allowed it no room to grow.
She had my neglected heart years before

I put forth all I had to give, and wished for it all,
But I could never do it justice.
I was wrong to think I could help that way

I should have known
because the silence is still unbroken
I had let you down.

Out of the pit you climbed first, to save yourself,
I sat in stunned silence
Too weak to endure the paradox.

So I confessed to her, not knowing if I would
Get pulled from the pit by a loving hand
Or get buried by tons of dirt

And in so doing, I knew
I had shattered the great trust of each
of my two best friends in me.

The tingling joy of my soul being touched
could now be achieved by just your words.
But now there is maddening silence.

Because I have learned much, and lived,
And done what is perhaps “human”
No regrets should I have for what has knocked me down into strength

Except for the silence.

Perhaps not until now
Do I, by these words,
Understand the silence

Just enough understanding perhaps -
Just when I am finally ready to listen -
that the silence need not be broken

But still, I hope the silence can end
Your voice sharing freely once again
Treasured words of a trusted friend