I’m filled with words
Your words.
My words.
Our words.
A story concocted in laughter.
A story unraveling fears.
A story exploding conjecture.
A story that brings forth your tears.
I am filled with our words
softly spoken
I am filled with our words
shouted loud
I am filled with our words
barely whispered
I am filled with our words
lacking sounds.
Your words.
My words.
Our
story.
.
.
Enjoying a lovely weekend with amazing authors like Charles De Lint, Kathryn Para, Anne De Grace at the Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival. Collected a lovely certificate and cheque for a writing contest prize, as well. 🙂
Shawn L. Bird 
This is very nice indeed
Thanks, Rajiv!
Beautifully and cleverly put Shawn.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Thank you, David. I hope you are well! I haven’t visited your blog for a while. I must get over there and catch up on your adventures!
awesome piece!
Thank you, Sam.
Thanks for stopping by, as well! 🙂
Discrete yet vivid !
Thanks, Subrat.
All is connected, both heard- and unheard.
It is. Like hidden threads of a tapestery.
I loved this poem. I felt like it could have been written about me and my husband! Just beautiful.
🙂 I’m glad you found a connection, Danielle.