When did our words die?
When a curious "good morning"
became a rigid "good night"?

When speech felt mandatory,
and a hello was whispered,
only to break the quiet?

We no longer felt the weight of our words,
or the breath in our conversation.
Our silence said more than we did.

Our feelings burned out,
Our language died,
And my shouts no longer reached you.

Why did we let our words die?