Leaves Talking
She enters the room looking beyond her.
Wordless; lost in sentiment and alone.
But I am right here, always; forever.
Mumbling sweetness, such words I wish to own.
Refracted, immersed in intimation
Irreparably known by defeated.
Restless legs tapping intimidation.
How long must this cycle be repeated?
Pedestal lifted to enormity.
Disbelief selfishly inducing doubt.
All by my lonesome singing poor ole' me.
Fears form, time reveals no other way out.
My mind made, now my body in motion.
She leaves talking with silence misspoken.
9-17-16
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2016
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