it’s the conversation they’re not having–
the one that hangs heavy in the room,
the silence deafening the longer they stay there,
what had once been a home now a tomb
of unspoken emotions
and unfulfilled dreams
it’s life, she tells herself every morning,
one that’s long broken from its seams.
Morrighan's Muse 
So powerful, Liz.
Thank you, Kay!
My pleasure.