She wore — a shirt of Football —
unthinking — in her grace —
I lifted — and the Secret —
stood waiting — in its place —

A number — like a whisper —
that called — my name in thread —
the day — that I was given —
yet ours — will go unread —

For Signs — can bloom in Silence —
and never bear their fruit —
a prophecy — half-spoken —
the heart must learn — to mute —