I talk too much.
Often, I want to sing
off-key praises of you
but remain silent.
Last week we did…
In the future we will be…
Technically, right now we are…
As I balance my indecision
while carrying hope centered in my palms,
I swallow words marked with your name on it.
What good is sharing our story,
reeling the outside world in,
knowing that they will ask for the name of the title
and the response will have to be…