Just say it.--





In an eclectic vision

that rhymed your name,

there were words I heard

that don't sound the same.



They floated on tips

of letters unsaid

They stagnated alone

on the pages I read.



I thought closure was better

than unsightly words,

left hanging in time

by voices not heard.



Subtle hints are lost on

the blind and the deaf,

I'm shattered alone with

 my solitude left.