why do emotions stutter so much,
it feels incoherent when heard,
and only in silence does it come
blaring out loud?

have you said sorry too many times
it hurts so bad now,
that as blunt as you mean it,
you dare not mention it again?

how do you mend a broken heart,
when leaky medicine cracks it
wide again?
 
 
damn I hate logic.

the uttered words
like a scripted play
of you and I.

my lines,
the sole voice
to carry emotions forth.

your wan smile,
are they the blackened words
your role speaks?

I’d like to know.

Your photographs,
the mementos,
like the memories in
our thoughts
once crisp and cherished,
they fade and yellow,
a drift from timelessness,
now forgotten.