Conversations for Deaf Ears
your breath still ghosts
upon my face with words
still left unsaid
your touch still burns
upon my skin with things
we never said
your scent still lingers
in the air with stories
never read
you always say
I never cared for words
we left for dead
yet still those words
remind me of
the life I might have led
upon my face with words
still left unsaid
your touch still burns
upon my skin with things
we never said
your scent still lingers
in the air with stories
never read
you always say
I never cared for words
we left for dead
yet still those words
remind me of
the life I might have led