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Helene Josephine May 2015
This kiss is the last word tonight
It mutes your soft whisper
And the comfort of your voice
Leaving musings on my side of the bed

This noise of a thousand thoughts
It drowns out your breathing
And the silence of the night
As words toss and turn inside my head

This secret is locked in my heart
It veils all our untold stories
Like poetry behind closed eyes
Dreaming that it won’t remain unsaid

This evasion of verbal confrontation
It quiets the bemusing pieces
That would come out misshapen
Making unspokenness easier than regret
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
and I feel like I am tight rope walking
over my life;
I can see everything so well
that the only thing I neglect to pay attention to
is myself,
then suddenly it's all too late
and I am falling head first
into the midst of
all
this
bemusement.

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