Words

We shared a home,

Once, too long ago.

We shared lines 

And goodbyes.

We share blood.

I owe you my life;

And yet

We cannot share

Words...

Words;

My only saviour,

My sweetheart,

The only one. 

Who understands. 

That I've looked to,

Poured over,

Relied upon

In darkness,

Beneath torchlight,

Broken hearted

And in daylight.

Pages soaked

In letters,

And tears.

Sometimes theirs - The remarkable.

Sometimes mine - The fool. 

I tried,

Believe me...

So long it has been

Since my childish eyes 

Saw you,

Really saw you,

Or anything. 

The colour's overwhelm.

It has all become so 

Deafening.

This darkness, 

Upon my the soul,

That experience created

Cannot be awoken. 

You played your parts too...

Soon enough

You will see;

The Lines,

The Pages;

The led 

And the ink,

Dried, yes,

And faded. 

Much like the one 

You thought you saw.

Much like the one 

You thought you knew. 

Language is a virus.

This is why

I am silent.