The words we say

For the NaPoWriMo prompt. Sort of.


I watch you go,

while words crowd on my tongue,

so many left to say.

I watch you go,

slow into the morning,

lost now among the leaves and the frantic birdsong.

I envy them their easy chatter,

while these words chug sluggish in my throat.

I watch you go,

the apple trees watered with stream water and the cats in the barn.

I watch you go,

though the setting sun will bring you back,

if only I can keep you safe beyond my sight,

and I wish I had told you

that the tree with the burnished bark is a cherry,

that I heard the first oriole of the year,

and that nothing in this wide and glorious world

means more to me than you.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “The words we say”

    1. Thank you! Husband went into town today and I’ll worry every minute until he gets back. Stupid, I know, but I think it’s something I’ve inherited from my grandmother—anxiety 🙂

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