Nothing to write;
only feelings to betray,
letters form a coup
acting on a blind hearsay.
Empty pages;
filled with meaning and dismay,
silent message
that's beginning to decay.
Lonely passage;
a waltz dancing on parade,
exposed on sleeve
badly failing to persuade.
Needing to share;
but silenced by deep regret,
now time to change
so, His grace I won't forget.