Sometimes the words just fall

on deaf ears

 blank pages

tattered journals

screens that can be erased

sometimes

the words are left

hanging in the air

unspoken

contained

in the heart

and the gaze

that has so many 

more words 

that are waiting

to be heard

read

whispered 

felt.
Jeanna’ Mead

11 22 p.m 6-19-17

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