our truth: we will never know

Old saline rivers of lost love have been damned.
Confusion still arrested in time………….
……….................………….…..but I'll take my bow.
Curtain will always fall on a frequency jammed.

Picking apart the stitches that held us together,
…consistent silence, permanent silence…
……………..deafening silence………….
I'll just let them unravel into whatever….

Choke on your unsaid words…..
Lord knows they devoured me.

-2008