We paint pictures

We write the words

We cannot speak

Smearing sentences

Across blank screens.

What would we say

If we weren’t afraid?

Instead, we paint pictures

From minds blurred,

Mumbling through masks.

(Found dated 4th January 2017, and don’t believe it was published.)

With each word

With each word
Carefully creep back in
So subtle your fingers
Claw into crevices

Before long I am lost in sunlight
In the park where we walked
Wishing for that summer once more
Knowing it can never be again

Slowly shedding
By syllables
Prying you out
With each word