In the ever resounding silence
A slowly healing heart seeks
An answer to the why and how
Of what went so very wrong
Was this all an imagining?
A colossal misunderstanding?
Or a normal human reaction
To a basic natural stimulus?
The answer, though, cannot heal
The suffering of a wasted lifetime
For that the answer matters not
As it is a thing only time can seal
No, this thing that is sought
This grail of painful truth
I seek for my own protection
And to guard against its repeat
But the silence, once enemy
Slowly transitions from grudging ally
To helpful, understanding friend
Whispering, “the answer is in you.”