Language

Language

By Allie Marie


We’ve forgetten

all the things left unspoken.

The birds sing as they pass by.

We can’t dare to get that high.

I trace words with my fingertips.

I wonder how they sound on your lips.

Blank stares and fingers on a keyboard.

We’ve let it all go stale.

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