XXII

The quiet stretches like a river wide,

Neither of us willing to cross the tide.

I, who once proclaimed the peace,

Now stand reluctant, words on lease.

XXIII

I watch your gaze, a distant flame,

Perhaps in pain, perhaps in blame.

Emotions veiled, far from the light,

Lingering somewhere beyond the right.

XXIV

Should I reset the broken tune,

Or let it fade beneath the moon?

Our bond rests on unsteady ground,

With echoes lost and no new sound.

XXV

I’ve been the sole driver of this voyage,

Yearning for a mutual courage.

But you stand firm in your own sight,

Unwilling to consider another plight.

XXVI

My energy wanes, the drive subsides,

To bridge the gap where silence hides.

You said you do not trust me now,

A heavy truth that furrows the brow.

XXVII

What becomes of us without that trust?

Does love erode, as all things must?

I chose this path without much thought,

Hurt others in the ties I wrought.

XXVIII

Now I see what I ignored,

Facets of you I should have explored.

Emotional currents run deep and wide,

Affecting choices, shifting the tide.

XXIX

I know my flaws, I bear them true,

Weaknesses I’ve tried to work through.

Yet I believed we’d rise above

The common trials and petty shove.

XXX

Accusations wound the heart,

Insinuations tear apart.

To doubt my love, to cast that shade,

Turns vibrant colors into fade.

XXXI

Challenges we face are small,

Born from pasts beyond recall.

Unfair to judge what we can’t change,

To let the present rearrange.

XXXI

Trust is freedom we all deserve,

A sacred right we must preserve.

When doubt becomes the reigning theme,

We lose our grip on hope’s fragile seam.

XXXII

I’ve tried to balance life and love,

To fit just like a hand in glove.

But you don’t see the role I play,

Unappreciated day by day.

XXXIII

So I withdraw, my silence chosen,

Protecting wounds that feel so open.

In this quiet, I’ll seek to heal,

To understand just what is real.

XXXIII

Perhaps in time, the path will clear,

And what is true will reappear.

For now, I’ll let the silence be,

A space for you, a solace for me.

By Vincent Ogoti

Dr. Vincent R. Ogoti is an Assistant Professor of English and Global Black Studies at Clemson University.

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