vicissitude

you've gone quiet
i asked a question
silence is your answer
in this it is
a coward's answer
given the chance
given the choice
you chose alone
decided for
instead of with
it belittles
and subjects me to
the vicissitudes
of agency denied
i almost rather
that you lied
than say nothing
as in doing so
you've left me for dead
my carcass picked by vultures
of the imagined conversations
that fill the silence in my head