sculpted
And there you stand
The words precariously inched
to the edge of your lips
sealed with fear's resolve
weakened by the bravado
of double whiskies and some rum.
And there I tarry
My neck craned toward
A silence of censored thoughts
My ears wincing before the words
pre-empting pain they'll register
disappointment they'll relay
And there we hang
An awkwardly sculpted statue
of incompleted palavers
while the crowds watch and whisper
their rumors of true love
where conversations needn't end.