Things I'd Wanted to Say

by A. A. Parr

for Silva 

quieted dwindlers
pulling long sips
from cold black coffee,
casting shadows 
across one another
contemplating how they
could have worded it 
otherwise

there were things 
I'd wanted to say,
there were open moments
I've emptied myself into
in all the wrong ways

when I saw you there
sitting by the window
the light burning across 
your collarbone,
there were things I wanted 
to say, things that 
could have changed everything

but I held my hands silent

and for the moment,
your words sliced across
my screen, your
image tore through 
the...

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