After Dinner

My mother always told me,
Don't talk to strangers.
But what if I can't talk to anyone?
What if I don't even know how I feel?
And besides,
the words only get in the way . . . .

Washing the tears
with a hole in his hand
he touches my face,
maybe he understands.
Can't seem to read
what's buried there,
A needle through
the word that is love.

What is love anyway?
A four letter word.
Love is just another word to say.
Platitudinous expression, cliché . . . .

If it's unfamiliar
I am content
but I'll take what I get,
it's not over yet.
I've walked on the shore
into the grave
covering the sand
from the smell of my shame.



Credits
Writer(s): David Peter Holmes, Keefus Green, Jade Vincent
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