These words just deposit
Like sand on the beach;
Remain on this tongue
As unspoken speech.
They stretch towards someone
Whose ears have gone deaf;
Unable to know
Their tones on my breath.
Their eyes will not see
All that has passed
Since the day that they ceased
And breathed out their last.
Their presence won't touch us
Like waves on the shore
Reaching for something
Not here anymore.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
These words just deposit
Like sand on the beach;
Remain on this tongue
As unspoken speech.
They stretch towards someone
Whose ears have gone deaf;
Unable to know
Their tones on my breath.
Their eyes will not see
All that has passed
Since the day that they ceased
And breathed out their last.
Their presence won't touch us
Like waves on the shore
Reaching for something
Not here anymore.
