Before you say goodbye,
there is one thing you should know;
in all the time you have known me,
I'm at a loss for words.
They have abandoned me at first chance
leaving fumbling parts behind.
Inkblots on crumpled paper and
loose fragments across a screen
are signs of words for thee.
Splayed across pages in notebooks,
and old hard-drives rest are
unshakable words belonging to you -
points of fluorescent lights or songs
without music that remain strumming and
humming in my head.
They are thoughts we wish to speak, but
better left unsaid until a voice is found
that sings the words of permanent ink playing havoc
with our minds and chaos with our souls.