Empty Words

These were going to be for you,
these words.
You'll never read them. 

This was going to be a song,
written just for you.
And now it's not.
Now it's nothing.

These breaks, they're not stanzas
or verses or paragraphs.
They're gaps
where you should be.
Gaps in my words and in
my thoughts.

Stanzas!
Why would I have stanzas?
This is not poetry.
There is no poetry in grief - 
in loss - in death -
in not being able to mourn
as you'd like to.
That is not poetry.

It is a pen to paper.
It is thoughts to ink.

It is a song that no one will ever sing
because no voice could express
that part of our heart.

These are just
empty
words.

The End

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