We Talk Not

a poem by Lily Crawford

photo by headless Stew, 1978

Stew & Alicia at 1404

We talk not.

Our lives are filled with worries and fears

The hours tick on into years

And we talk not.

Obstacles have hindered our progress

But still we tread on searching without success

And yet we talk not.

The things that matter most are slipping away

Our hearts grow bitter and try as we may

We talk not.