Inside

She turns.

But something inside her

never turns.

She moves. But something

inside her never moves.

Immovable.

She speaks.

Inside her is quiet.

Inside her lives the unspoken.

I lived so long

inside her turning.

I lived so long inside

her moving and speaking.

From now on I will live inside

her stillness inside her turning.

I will live inside

all she never says.

Inside everything she keeps to herself.

I will be one of those things

she keeps to herself.