Tuesday, January 31, 2012

But a Word

Exquisitely you say nothing
This silence
Serene and final.
This silence
Cold and dismal.
This silence
Calculated cruelty
Aimed at my heart
Which is already in shambles.
Pieces left nameless
On the tattered rug.
But a word
Is all I need
You keep that word.
You hold that word.
That blessed word
That cursed word
I need that word.
For to release that word
Would be to release me.
And there is nothing left to say.

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