Words are Imperfect

I'm never going
to write words
in rhyme.
Instead I want my
words to slid off your
tongue to form a song
like the melody
of two song birds singing
in unison.

Bendable words
but not unbreakable
for me the writer
and you
the reader.

Words can leave us feeling
indifferent,
angry,
regretful.
If I'm lucky you recognize
your own hidden truths inside
my words.

Words can forgive.
Words can forget.
Words can live on
and transcend our lives
leaving those left with
remnants of who we
once were.
These written words I am offering up
are like long love letters to my life.
For what is in between these words,
those silent spaces,
are left as words are imperfect.