Say – Donna Dallas

I can never say what
I should say.
Too late; I say it when it
shouldn’t be said
alone
in the dark
I speak slowly
lowly
muffled in sheets
trampled under
breath

I say it
you know I try
to say it,
love,
under a sigh
part of a laugh
part of a death…

I’d die
I say

 

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