• R. L. Mosz

Someone I can't talk to (a poem)

Oh, hey, I was going to tell you, but then I thought, it's not about facts and figures

but hard-heartedness at the root of the problem.

No words are going to alter that.

So I grow silent instead---again.

But you don't notice that---the silences that go on and on.

We are but planets in your orbit, rolling around and around you: the sun.

And I've lost again... before we've even begun.

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