Silence, Muse & Love

We do not speak,

not even in silences.

(It seems).

Nor do we acknowledge

important days

and important events

in each other's lives.

We have found our

voices, the voices have found

patient and impatient ears.

We have our muses,

they are well.

(Thank you for not asking,

I promise to do the same).

After all we tend to them

with the attention

of one who has lost

someone of significance.

(Yes, there is such a thing).

There is the charm of a new love.

There is the bliss of true love.

And then there is the love

that we have because we are grateful

that we are loved at all.