Viktoria Jean

Head on with the crowd, realizing my neighbour has passed on,
I’m trapped standing between both our gates,
trying to find the right empathetic words to say,
and it could only be “I’m sorry.”

I meant to say a whole lot more –

so much easier to churn out
four thousand words
of cold hard facts,
than to say what you really feel.

xoxo
silhouettekiss