instead I leave behind an etiquette
and as you leave with your wounds
I am filled with all the healing words
tailored for your own, and my own
vindication

Words mince thoughts and ideas
pools of fantastic gain funnel out to sound strange
lifeless reply, silents
and my mind struggles to see the unseen
the unspoken things
because the things you said silently
are registered in my mind
as something to define

The perfect word shouts my name and then runs straight out my mind.