Poem

For Anna, Tim, Margaret, Liz, Mickey, Isaac, and Caroline

 

I do not have the words. 

There are always words —

words for telling and showing,

words for describing and tasting,

words for healing and hurting.

There have always been words.

 

Today, they have all gone,

Retreated over the horizon of loss and pain.

The breaking heart, it turns out,

Makes no sound.

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