speak volumes

there's no need to study the technicality of words
for they simply are.
yet here i am.
to be at a loss for words is falling without hope of a hand.
words pack a powerful punch,
they separate us from the wolves.

the words
we say are all
well and good.
well.
not all.
some taste bitter coming out.
but still,
thoughts
turn to
brave
sounds escaping
our mouths.
my favorite things.

but what if
the only thing
that really
counts
is what we
do with them?
saying
the three most famous words
and then
following them
with
gratitude and
a meeting of lips
or eyes
or hands
or understanding.
what if
the only thing
that really matters
is
who
we share
them with?
one channel, two waves.
space filled.
warm reception.

would
all the words
unfollowed
by action
be just a
waste?

or is it just
that the words
need be
open and
covered in
honesty?


i think words are just beautiful as they are.
i breathe better when they're born of me.




"somehow, i thought we would save each other."
"we did."