Words
I remember the words,
the ones we sacrificed
on the altar of love;
the very ones we thought
would keep us alive
Intentions cast in stone,
words turned to rock;
pebbles now on the shrine
of regret, we pick them up
at four in the morning
to feel their weight
in our hands
while the world sleepsand the heaviest one
is ‘never’Voices stilled,
frozen beauty
echoing in space.
© Tanya Southey
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