What I could not say to you

by on August 4, 2013 :: 0 comments

For Ann

Words sometimes fail to appear
when they are most needed
and the voiced sound is choked
in a moment of disharmony.

The ears fail too
in their task to listen
to the rests between the noise
for the comfort that
is left to the imagination.

The skin neglects its task
to find the heat of another,
to seek out the embrace
of those hands, that press of flesh,

the one that says, Yes,
everything will be alright.

editors note:

Yes, thanks! We need poets to help us with what we cannot say. Nice! – mh clay

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