I just saw you walking to me
a cup of tee and a cookie in your hand
I turned and asked the candles
If I should say, if to speak to you I may
In my mind a ball kept bouncing off its walls
I found that to be quite disturbing
Yet pain grew soft within my throat
up and down its narrow halls
a red carpet unfolded.
It happened then.
I spoke. You spoke. I spoke. You spoke.
I spoke. You spoke, and I spoke again.
Spoke words that had no meaning with meanings that had no words.
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