Why I Am Silent
by Joanne Marisa Leow
And you wonder why I don't speak to you.
We are like two souls,
two pieces of coloured string
no longer entwined.
My soul no longer dances in the light
on the boundaries of yours.
My soul has found other souls
and curled up among their openings.
like a faraway, long-forgotten
almost transparent in your faintness,
that if I reach out and touch you,
you will disappear.
Now I am simply content
to watch you
prance like a foolish knave
along the fringes of my existence.
And the wistfulness in my heart?
That too will pass.