CASCADE

You were never much of a talker;
reticent, reserved,
with a past seldom spoken of,
just slivers here and there,
but enough for me to know
of the ache
that gnawed at your heart.

When the pain grew too much to bear
you would close yourself away;
retreat within an impermeable wall
built not of bricks and mortar
but of angst and sorrow.

There you would stay,
a prisoner
of your own despondency.

Days turned to months
as gently I chipped away your wall,
my patience rewarded
the moment I sensed a change;
what started as a tiny crack
soon became a chasm

Words trickled forth
until at last
in a torrent
you said to me
the three
I had so longed to hear.


Comments:
 
Elton4562   Elton4562 wrote
on 6/5/2010 12:19:12 PM
Good work. Carries us through a rough phase of a person's life in only a few words. Elton

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