Forty-One

I could have sworn to the right
side of heaven, you’d never put
me through this hell; forcing the
silence to deliver your goodbye
as you quiver inside memories
of us swearing we’d never say
such words, light at the touch
and too fragile to fall, as though
it was only another action left for
us mere mortals here on earth, too
confined in confrontation to bare
witness – so you can preach your
silences, I’ll still speak the fluid
language of love, meant only for
your ears, even if you can’t hear
me past your goodbyes left silent.

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2 comments

  1. cascadingchaos · October 8, 2015

    Lovely! And a perfect 99 words 🙂

    Like

  2. gretl feeson · October 8, 2015

    Really nice.

    Like

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