Before We Could Speak

Before We could speak,
We had words

We could describe,
the floor, walls, and ceiling of our existence.
In those words there was no song.
No time

My smile,
and deepest escape into a self-made world of denials.
and Your fast feet ever running;
No time but for this

We three kings of avoidance,
of surviving.
In those words there are no songs,
no time.
And we could not speak….

Still calling for our songs.

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