Silence is loudest <br />On the end of a phone, <br />When the one you want answers <br />But there’s no-one home. <br /> <br />You can hear the sound of thirteen <br />Around her, <br />You can just ‘see’ to the edge; <br />But beyond, <br />The view is obscured to you <br />By a bitter Ex’s hedge. <br /> <br />No Christmas window, <br />No Birthday gate: <br />An exclusion zone <br />Policed by hate. <br />A moat as wide as former friends <br />Too blind to see <br />They’re pawns to such ends. <br /> <br />An open line: <br />Eleven minutes unspoken. <br />A loving Dad <br />Even less than ‘token’.<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-edge-of-thirteen/
