Saturday, October 24, 2015

Wordless

what happens when 
we run out of 
questions?
when words are rendered 
oblivious
pulled under miles of
layers of
unexplained?
gazing, probing
through stars gleaming in
our eyes
far away
in the cold
you took my hand
barely grazed a sentence 
and 
was that the end?
combinations of letters only
the length of our arms
as you reached 
out to me
and i to you
a sudden draft of wind
that we’ve been afraid of
pulling
us 
away from each other
since the first time we learned
words are so limited.
don’t say
anything.
no more
reaching.
you place your lips 
to my eyelid
gently
and seal the 26 Roman letters
the thousand characters
the lines, curves, dots
the insufficient variations— 
and when you leave me behind
any form of good bye

is not enough

-Aberswyth