3/4

Take me back, please

Blood

Warm words that come down like rain
And curl up on the sticky pavement

A pervasive, starving silence
The meaning trickles out
Lost to a phrase stuck in between

One stands where two remained
Separate and aching
Collapsing down and speaking only in dreams
Thoughts and phrases never meant to be heard
Or understood

One alone the two remain
With blood that dries between them