Diaspora

There’s no fault that you have,
that he can see,
no wall in your soul
he can’t break.
This silence that we live in
is heavy and charged,
with a tension,
an atmosphere,

which you love.

To know what he knows,
and not say it out loud
is drowning in a puddle of water;
difficult to understand,
but if broken, so easy to do.
A harmless bet, a shake of hands,
lets hope it comes to nothing -
for to lose, he would be sporting,
but inside could turn hollow.
Does he want the girl next door?
Or the one he knows so well?
Or in fact, are they both wrong,
for there is a third who caught him
in her net and he
does not fight so well.