How do you say things which
cannot remain unsaid?
They just can't be and yet
they will.

I'll glue on my brave face
with cryptic, shaded words
which gently peels away
like gold leaf
revealing woodchip.

They'll flicker and they'll fade
and be whisked away
like the ash of burnt
heirlooms
in a whirlwind.

Too precious to be touched,
(oh, unforgiving air)
too painful to be spoken
(your silent, unforgiving ears.)

They'll be lost
and so will you.