Written by Dennis Harvell
The Blueprint of the Truce
I am no longer attending arguments
That were settled years ago in my absence.
You are waiting for an explanation, a defense, a confession,
Looking for a friction that simply isn’t there anymore.
You call my stillness indifference.
I call it the quiet after the storm has run out of rain.
You are still fighting the ghost of who I was.
I am busy building the home for who I am.
