Things said,
\nand not said.
\nTell me what I want to say
\nand I will give you a kiss,
\nan argument,
\nsay thank you and please.
\nI am on the other side
\nof some unintelligible mirror.
\nIt shows me what I want to see,
\nand then stays mute,
\nand I wonder if words
\nare too little for the heart\u2019s hands.
\nIf love refuses to be bandied about
\nlike a rumor,
\nor described like a pickle.<\/p>\n
I know things I\u2019m not supposed to know,
\nbut I can\u2019t tell you or anyone else
\nhow they come about,
\ntaste, balance each other.
\nWords elude me,
\nand I never learned to spell.
\nNever found exactly
\nhow a thing should be described.
\nExcept push it away,
\nor put it in a box full of colors,
\nor simply conclude
\nthere are two people inside me.
\nOne, who is real
\nand cannot talk.
\nThe other never shuts up,
\nand never knows if it\u2019s going out
\nor coming in.<\/p>\n
If I remain silent with you,
\nit is because real things to me
\ndo not have words.
\nI reach into things,
\nand know them by their silence.
\nSo it is with you.
\nIf there are tears in my eyes,
\nit is me.
\nIf I touch you,
\nit is me.
\nWhen I speak,
\nI slip away,
\nloving you as best I can,
\nshouting from my silence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Things said, and not said. Tell me what I want to say and I will give you a kiss, an argument, say thank you and…<\/p>\n