Inchoate
One
thing
only
I wanted
you to know but I
have lost my habit of language
and the saying of that thing escapes me, though I try.
I believe it was simple, the message that I meant for you. The word love was in it,
and the word need and somewhere, I think, the word pardon.
But none of these I can pronounce
to you who also
cannot bear
to hear
me
speak.
