Silent Witnesses

Silent Witnesses
It is common our disputes about this and that.
Really, almost daily, we are at opposite sides.
Friends say we are not well-settled a couple,
and so misjudgment, I know, hurt us equally.
In the deeps of night, standing awake in bed,
I look at you asleep and feel all friends’ error.
Who would bear testimony of us, I ask myself.
Walls and roofs by sure know our inmost life
but they do not speak, are invalid witnesses.
I ask them if just to me would they say of us.  
They say of our confronts, furies, rough words
and revilements but also remember hugs and
hot kisses. Likewise, remember have listened      
some words like it is cold out, dear, wear your
coat or don’t be late, darling; some little things
only beloved ones are capable of..
They say we are at hard and arduous a battle,   
on pursuing, although scarce, a bit of true love.  
They also say to keep the route and fear nothing.
Tiles and bricks, indeed, they are; but perceive,
unlike our best friends, the very plot of the play.
 First published in TWJ Magazine, October 2014.