The Words That Remain

 

Sometimes words tumble out

Falling over themselves

Like marble spilling

Across a hardwood floor

Sometimes words dry up
Like sand in the dessert
Hot, arid, blowing in the wind
Tears stinging your eyes

Sometimes words are like water
Gushing, flowing, roaring
Breaking through rocks
Reshaping the geography

Sometimes words burn hot
Like burning lava
Or like the sun
Slowly growing hotter

Sometimes words get cold
Like the chill of first frost
Sitting on the tip of your nose
Biting your toes

Sometimes the right words

Are nowhere to be found

While the wrong ones

Buzz like angry hornets

When all the words
In the this world
Has been spoken and heard

Only silence will remain

These three words will be true
After this heart stops beating 
The silence will forever speak
To you my dear heart, “I love you.”