Scales

I remember all of 
it every last bit 
the nuances and gestures 
these memories of languid
delicate moments of heartbreaking 
fights that ripped feelings 
from chest to mind 
to mouth I remember 
them all and of 
all I remember most 
the weight of the 
wait the pauses and 
the pain of silence 
knowing that what was
said was too much 
whether true or false 
it’s always the silence 
when the scales tip
in favor of one 
or maybe the other