I Have No Words for Now…

I have no words for now…
I had words for the torment
and joy that we were.

Twelve years of angry, biting words
hurled slicing into bitter arguments,
used like cudgels to batter
or scrawled in bloody delivering ink.

Twelve years of kind, soothing words
playfully caressed, massaged into my heart
loving words that embraced
and showed me the wide boulevard beyond
the simple alley of self-destruction.
I have no words for now…
I am not used to the silence.

The silence which settles uneasily
here
on sunny Sunday afternoons.
The brooding empty silence
in my word soul.