Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point*
Because I have swallowed silence
as perfect as a thousand empty forests,
all bark and no bird.
Because sometimes
I try too hard,
but I don’t know how
to stop—I don’t know
the curve of the word
less.
Because I am lost
and leave you breadcrumbs
in a place
no fool would ever follow,
not out of habit,
but out of hope.
Because I don’t know how
to ask the right questions,
so I say nothing.
Because I can say
I miss you
in three different languages,
and I love you
in five—one of which
uses no words.
Because I want
and that is the beginning
and end of everything.
*Title from Blaise Pascal.
This poem resonates with me so deeply. I love your writing. Also I recently finished “Women who love too much” and this poem hit it home.
Thank you, chica!! Who wrote “women who love too much?” I’d like to read it.