Be patient, he reminds himself.
Patient. Give her a chance,
she’s trying as hard as she can,
though the word she’s looking for
Stubbornly refuses to reveal itself,
digging ever deeper into its
hiding place, the way some fish
dig ever deeper into the dirt
at the bottom of the sea.
Sometimes, when all else fails,
they drive to the mall,
which used to annoy him
but now, through her eyes,
he sees as a chance to get out,
Meet people, and feel again
that life is good, no matter
what she believes or doesn’t believe.
Life is more than she was
prepared to settle for,
More than television,
more than mystery novels,
more than long hours
lying in bed, or sitting
at the kitchen table, brooding.
If she doesn’t speak her mind,
nobody will know what she thinks
or what she feels. To find
the word, let it go.