My tongue is tired
Too many words
getting
stuck and
then
misconstrued
An empty space is
safe
We need not fill every
moment
with
words or worries
We let the peace of
silence
guide us to
the words should they
be discovered
Should they become
necessary
Empty space
Recalling the trace
of your finessed
fingers
upon
my
grateful, still life
face
Silent love
We had risen above
words
Why do they get
in the way
now?
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