Friday, April 7, 2017

Where silence lies


If you read me close enough
you may still smell traces
of a word meant
to echo in only you.

If you heard the way
it becomes spoken with my own lips,
a taste may not be enough
to say you have tried.

If you ever wondered
where the essence has gone, it is cold;
I only ask you to exhale me enough so
I may hear you near inside thick air.

If the silence were not
as sublime
as the word,
would we have this between us?











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