Questionable
How slowly you drift away
But come upon yourself once more
You remain unrequited
Unloved
Untouched
By any word I speak
Or merely hold on my tongue
You-
A depth to be plunged
A darkness to be unfolded
You don’t ask for more than what you’ve got
It’s no secret, it’s hardly a lot
I will promise
I will pray
To savor all my past indifference
And embrace every well intentioned mistake
But you no longer crave togetherness
And your solemness is finally awake.
By JBW
A Dead Language 