The Text Message

The only suitable response to your cruel missive was silence.

Silence held more words than I, as a writer, could ever hope to speak.

Silence offered more distain than I could ever deliver.

Silence supplied the shield and armour against your lies and platitudes.

Silence was my weapon of defence.

Silence gave me peace.

You now have the gift of my Silence.

Nevermore,

-  the sound of my footfalls at your door

-  the lilt of my laughter

-  my whispered breath in your ear

-  the shared music to brighten your evenings

-  the ping of my texts

-  the moans of pleasure

-   my hand in yours

-  the warmth of my body

-  my adoration

-  my mouth

-  my humour

-  my intelligence

-  my strength

-  my love

-  my kindness

-  my insight

-  my courage

-  my loyalty

-  my value

-  Me.

Steep in that Silence and reflect.

© Ingrid Fry