The Infrequent Truce

A rare night of peace,

Fake smiles abound.

We sat in that room,

Not making a sound.

Talking was a risk,

Threatening the infrequent truce.

So silence smothered us,

As tight as a noose.

But an invisible slight

And the treaty was broken.

War was imminent -

Not a single word had been spoken.

You stood, cloaked in rage -

None of us understood,

How a silent family moment

Could've swung to bad from good.

The door slammed shut,

Forever cutting that familial tie.

I packed one hour later,

Failing too to say goodbye.

But mine was final -

This had become about survival.

Those rare nights of peace,

For a child...

Too..

Rare.

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