untitled #507

you are the sounds
i expect to hear
as soon as the room
goes quiet
an aural pathway
built between
my ear
my brain
my heart

you are the words
on my lips
poised to speak
in muted tones
of longing
of loving
of grace

glb /// “untitled #507”
originally published 11/25/2014

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