where once i knew your words would shine,
now only silence speaks:
the voice that breaks won't be denied
though swallowed in my sleep.
and nothing you can say today
will suit my needs tomorrow,
though lies and praise are quick to say
that i leave to my sorrow.
in love the pauses aren't this long,
in love poems are easy;
with you the scene plays out all wrong,
the words are limpid, breezy.
my next i think will be a love
all gilded in the stars,
a love that holds the branch and dove
above the heart's base wars.
the script is more important now
than what you might have said,
and i care little for your vow
and more for what's ahead.