Eloquent

She listens.

I know she does not believe me.

Her eyes are an ocean of blue-grey sorrow.  She watches me flounder in the waves.   I am lost in her chilly sea. She will not throw me the lifebelt of a word.  Her disbelief is fathomless.

Everything I say now will taste of salt.

Her silence is eloquent

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