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.