speechless

i took the look you gave
and put it in my pocket.
where moths beat their wings
they bite at my jeans
the ones that hang in my closet.
and i am soft spoken around you.

and my brother shakes your hand
but asks questions later.
i never had any answers
and i never wrote letters
to put on paupers graves
i am soft spoken around you.

where blades of grass
grew higher than my knees
i walked
and drew a hand to touch the lilac
that grew towards me
such sweet haze they bring to
this dry air

and i can't speak around you