never spoken

darling

if lines on a page

could fill her emptiness

she would write to you

all that is left of her

penning forth her heart

spilled into spaces

flowing ink to drip

into the hole she carries

since losing you

the lonely footsteps on parchment

hidden path to her journey

bound within her journal

never to be spoken

on the lips of ever after

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swept away

silence spares us 

sweeps with sorghum broom 

before words brandished by hurt 

fly into the face of another 

lays them under the cut pile rug for wait 

under the wraps of reticence 

we protect others and ourselves 

as regret of wielded weapon words 

pins us to the wall 

with the aftermath of eruption 

gathering the dirt and soot 

until the dust bin 

can lean in collection 

and we can see more clearly 

what should be spoken and 

what should be swept to the wind