These days, I fumble
for the words that used to tumble
out of my fingers
These days, they linger
deep in my mind
In a space hard to find
Hard to string out in sentences.
Somehow, some fences
built themselves too high.
These words of mine
hide behind "I'm fine",
behind "what would people say"
These days, they lay
under all the chores
spread all over the floor
from growing up, growing old.
