Patience

I've built you out of words, from scratch,

and when you fell from my mouth and sounded like

a secret, I lied to myself to try to keep it.

I slept four days in a row with my dry mouth wide open

and you snuck away with my voice so you could

tell the world.

They listened but they've already forgotten.

They tried to write it down but they can't spell

a single word.

You can't find your way back if you never knew where you were going.
I wait, patiently though, for my voice; my truth.

I can create another you.