I want to cover you With words. Ink dots Jumbled together Until they blur Into a scrawl, confused Like the light From a thousand scattered beads
I want to hide myself Within the haze Of my re-memory - To somehow, between life And the afterglow From my tired brain, Re-create the time and space That reality stole.
But your blank, pure Whiteness mocks me, I find the things I want to say don’t come
Between you and I - And the pregnant silence Of fitful contemplation Is a wall Of all the things I may never, Ever say.