Unspoken
Sliding gently into silence,
Words are sucked dry,
Lie like dried insect husks
Divested of meaning.
Sounds lost in the chaos.
The noiselessness deafens.
Whistles screaming into oblivion.
The empty space between the lines,
These words unsaid yet explicit,
That swivel around the unspoken.
In that split of time, that void,
The inablity to unwrap, voice,
We are separated, walled off.
The corpse lies between us
Lying in cold mute misery.
We know our love has died
poem by Paul Brookes
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