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
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
Learning to love the silence 