Excommunication

I try to talk and words come out a quote;
No matter what I say, they are not heard
As mine, you burn them while I write this note.

So much we spoke about, so loud we wrote;
That you won’t hear me now seems too absurd.
I try to talk and words come out a quote.

Your tired voice just tells me that you’re sad,
Your letters, bleak, polite, and not deterred
As mine, you burn them while I write this note.

Remember all the moments that we had,
Now what is left, reminds me of our flirt.
I try to talk and words come out a quote.

I’m reminiscent, while black clouds afloat.
Regretfully I feel your words, they hurt
As mine, you burn them while I write this note.

We both are dwellers on a different road.
It’s time to move, just speak and say the word.
As mine, you burn them while I write this note.
I try to talk and words come out a quote.

Comments on: "Excommunication" (9)

  1. nice villanelle!

  2. Your works are amazingly beautiful and I would like to nominate you for Liebster Blog Award. Check this out- http://stringsofsoulfulness.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/two-more-honors-to-cherish/

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