why do i sigh (a little relieved)
when fear comes tumbling out of your mouth
your urgent words collide into each other
in their haste to express what i hardly have the courage to sum up
and therefore reply with silence
(and a deeply quiet marvel)
at how insecurity is such an odd leveler
an overlooked equaler
and so i know now
but before
i could only accumulate
reasons that were true before
and though they were not given by you
they spoke for you in your absence
until your words came to my heed
until your voice came like a soothing balm
of what you thought was true
of what you hoped i knew
but what i dared not believe
until it came from you
for every deception
there comes a moment
of unwillingness
a moment of unclarity
where whatever falseness
lays in wait to be discovered
there hides the revelation
that the fooler will become the fooled
that the convincer will become convinced
to put his contrivances aside
and believe in something
that would never make sense out loud.
intotheindigo 