White Flag

We unknowingly entered a war.

Then...after eons of silence...we knowingly entered a ceasefire.

Unspoken words evaporated. Like they never skipped double-dutch in our throats. Like they never suffocated contemplated apologies. Like they never seasoned marinating pride. Like, they, never, were.

And past recriminations turned into the fading pencil marks of our erasing imaginations. We built a tarmac of words into a highway of evasion. Or maybe it was forgiveness.

Either way, we didn't speak about our war. We didn't address it. We joked, we laughed. We said everything and nothing...and it was okay.

Because our juxtaposition is this...

In the end...we just can't help talking to each other.

And withdrawal is not conducive to addiction.

First published: March 25th 2016