Confident/Confidante

Fränz Müller

I, whispering in your ear

reveal my inner life, my constant fear

and tell you things

I don’t even reveal to myself

except in those dark, dark hours

when the silence screams in my ears

and the sun seems to have snuffed out

and I realize

I may have said too much, 

or

perhaps not enough

and I wonder if you’ve gone

as my mind circles and spins

in the gravitational pull

of your ever-present absence.

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    I feel this Franz in its oppositions and its regrets. There is a war here between what is and what could have been, past and present, presence and absence, too much and too little. Nicely woven into a poetic fabric. Well done

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Fränz, that uncertainty about how much to share is something I struggle with myself. Sometimes I wish conversations came with an undo button! LOL! Seriously, though, this one got to me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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