Sometimes words are walls–

that just get in the way of what we wanted to say

Sometimes words is all
We think we have
Slurred smashed balled up slabs
And hurled against the wall
Hopin these new words would cause
it to fall
but they just ended up making it taller
and harder to call to you
too thick to call through to

plus never paused long enough to see that the cause
of us not hearing one another—
all this piling up of words
like the handiwork of bricklayers going berserk

now this wall is so tall
plus we’re all thumbs
and it’s a hard climb
cuz we made it so tall

now drowning in the sound of this loud
wall of words that says nothing
thinking how
to break it down….
the wall was disturbed
by the Silence
and I heard you breathe

and in that

you said everything perfect.

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