Taciturn
You're taciturn,
not legally loud
until I begin to cry.
Rest in your hands
as you dry my
lachrymose eyes.
You loudly chatter
feelings of our joy
while I blow my nose
in selfish misery-
staining your chest
with salty fears
Being overcome
by my despair,
Your hopeful prayers
frighten my frail heart.
Jumping to feel
something new
and you become taciturn
until life is my pain
Again