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// Sunday, October 06, 2013


Without words I am voiceless,
     And my eyes can only take the conversation so far.

And if only the hand on your cheek were the hand on your heart,
     Then my touch would speak in a tongue only lovers understand.

These words, this paper, are all that remains of a conversation that I thought would never know an end.

All is now still.

My words have no refrain.

I am voiceless—and still.

And still I carry on...without you.

© Copyright 2013 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

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