sought is found

is what i thought

the time i braved the cold and

wind in the morning when

the dead trees were my only

company. body shook, struggling

to secrete bravery and

adrenaline resulted, i shook.

slight vibrato in my words,

do you.. do you want to?

met with your tentative

brevity. if every day i

thought of you (since then)

would it quicken your yes

or draw your mouth to a no?

i'd never tell you that, but my

trembling soul hasn't stopped

shaking, the vibrations of a

tuning fork or guitar string

purely struck. sought is found

and words are stuck where

they landed, notes sustained

where they were plucked.

beauty in intricacy is over

rated when you want one

simple thing, could you

concede? there's death in

silence. sought is unfound

and unkind to me, the

string once plucked

does not resound or

ornately garnish the beginning

movement of a song,

but gradients of fading

paint the walls of wordlessness

: is what i thought

undone?