Between the Stars and Hearts

None exist between the stars

and the earth... none

who breathe life into my soul.

The closest to me doubt

a part of me; their minds

question in the silence

of the night.

They say not a word 

to prevent hurt, 

or save jeopardy;

But the quiver exists

in their taciturnity,
in their being,
and a hesitation 

before the embrace.

For many lie within;

for many lies surround.

While me? Silence, 

I preserve for emotions 

unheard.

Words I fill the silence with

describing things insignificant,

events trivial, and 

matters controversial not.

None know,

None shall know;

for I don't need

no sympathy no more

nor I want them to utter

"I always doubted."

even the closest to me,
even in the silence of their hearts,

between the stars and the earth.

Split.