Love doesn’t have to be eloquent all the time.
Yesterday as I was
locking up the office for the night
I found my soul sitting in the corner
with her face on her knees
sobbing and shaking her head
and she would not speak
because all the words within her reach
have already been owned
by the man she wanted to use them for
and they have pledged allegiance to him
and deserted her.
That’s why her brokenness had no sound
and she has ceased being articulate
and she was in the corner
because she didn’t want
anybody to find out.
If her tattooed arms could speak
she would reach out to him
and tell him with her eyes
You leave me no choice.