Talk

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I said a simple sentence yesterday
and you appeared to hear – you gave okay
as if you understood my point of view
and took my words and feeling to be true.
But I am sadly certain in my guess
that you can hear a no and call it yes,
that something more was given than a word
and I don’t have a clue to what you heard.

Stepping back, I see I loosed my speech
like laser run amok in mirrored room,
and I don’t know where my few words will reach
or if they’ll trigger happiness or doom.
The problem is, nonsensical and bleak,
I only own my words until I speak.

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