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Bubbles of speech

Sometimes 

You don’t realise 

It is you

Who talks 

Or doesn’t talk

Never me 

And when 

That 

Silence 

Echoes between us 

It is 

Your 

Silence 

Not mine 

For I 

Never 

Spoke 

In the first 

Place 

And so 

You look at me 

With those tired 

Eyes 

And listen 

Expectantly 

For words 

Which I could never 

Speak 

For it is only 

Your mouth 

At this time 

Which release 

Any sounds 

As mine 

Is just full

Of the bubbles 

Of things 

You might 

Have said 

In the spaces 

When both 

Of us 

Were 

Silent

◄ These times

The Fairy’s Tale ►

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kimberly

Fri 24th Apr 2020 22:34

I really enjoyed this one as I've been there many times.

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