Words were not

to be spoken.

They had been 

proven useless.

The point was clear 

to those seeking clarity. 

All was pointless

to those avoiding it. 

Words could serve

to recount

the unmatched oddity, 

but were to fail 

in changing its course. 

Words were to serve
in the future, their
only time now.  

The fourth

It's the fourth and
the numbers add up.
What's your number,
my love?

How much have
I longed for you?
More than I have
for all others?

How many tears
have I cried for you?
More than I have
for all others?

Memory misleads.
Is that what you
will fade into?

And after you?
Will there be more
numbers?
Will there be more
memories?

Who will ever come
into my heart to stay?
Not you, my love.
Not you.