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@maddiejay

Thanks for thinking about it for/with me. I tried to mess with it a little before posting it here, but what I was doing didn’t quite work either. Here’s an edit I tried, if it helps you figure out what’s wrong:

There is a tea stain on my desk,

and a letter never sent.

“Hello, how have you been?

“I’ve missed you,

“I’m sorry.”

But try as I might,

my pen doesn’t flow from my heart.

 

There is mascara on her cheek

and water in her eyes.

A sentence or two flow through my lips:

“I’m here for you,

“I’m sorry.

“Let me know how I can help.”

I wish I could say it truly,

but I feel empty inside.

 

There is a silence in my soul

and this time there are no words.

But now I hear

my heart crying.

 

There are fingers on my keyboard

and black pixels on the page.

I start to see something in it all:

A tea stain

on my desk,

mascara

on her cheek,

and silence

in my soul,

And that’s all that needs to be said. 

The Lord speaks through the quiet

when I have no words.