My hands trace shapes in the air

From now on, this is how I will speak

Because words are slipping away from me

I can't hold on.

The silent scream that fills the air:

That's me; that's coming from me.

I can't even do that anymore.

My mouth will close for good,

My lips sealed against the threat of love.

I won't say anything,

And people will drift away from me.


I will take solace in my loneliness

This isn't what I meant when I said "…"

Those three dots –

They're all I can say now.

Silence bursts from every pore

Quiet, infinite quiet

And it finally, finally, finally -

It is what I began.