Sunday, February 16, 2014

I Hope You Know

I could scream a million insults
At the departing evening wind.
I could whisper desolate laments
To the soil the raindrops kiss.
I could recite a common verse
Of loss and love and heartache.
But for the first time in this lifetime,
In the hollow cave
That once housed a beating heart,
A single sentence reverberates
Over and over again.
This is all there is.
Just a poet finding herself
Dumbfounded once more,
Uttering the simple sentence:
There are no words for this.

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