Little Things

Breakup

They say the things that finally break you,
Are the words caught in your throat;
And she had years of thoughts not uttered
Crammed into the pockets of her coat.
A whisper amongst a world,
That's learnt only to speak,
Where silence must be broken,
For the proof that it is weak.
But wherein lies the weakness
Of keeping words held in your hand?
When others listen to reply,
She listens to understand.
Surely its strength when things unspoken
Fill the room up to the brim,
And she the only one among them
who had taught herself to swim.