Mt. Me(e)

Tears flowed
On our way home,
The long drive through Mount Mee.
She missed all the beauty
Of rolling hills
Of miles of untouched trees
When silence fell on fallen eyes.
My tear bearer
Thought I had made life tense
By the clash of realness
And my withdrawal from your mouth,
Utter nonsense
From otherwise sweet lips.
You cry because I ignore you
I ignore you because I adore silence,
Where one can think
Before deciding
Whether or not to speak
Much like what we were taught at school:
'Think before you act'.
Lesson One for the pretentious meek
Know as a final notice
I shall make every attempt
To contemplate alone
To ignore
And disengage you
If cries of trash are every heard.
You're still learning life
I know
...
Silence
...
You will learn from me
If you want to keep up
And that is Lesson Two
Because I've done nothing wrong.