How Could You?

I tried to tell you, once
at least I think I did
unless I confused the hollow
sound of silence with my own
voice. An honest mistake.
The intention was there,
or almost, perhaps a barely
formed oh! in my chest.
It’s the thought that counts.
Isn’t that what they say?
Only my thought, this thought
doesn’t know how to count,
or speak. What do they say
about that? Forgive me.
How you could know what
they say, or what I almost say
or don’t? What I hold so close
it fuses with my skin, becomes
a part of me too precious
to reveal. How could you
ever know that?

(Previous published by Bandit Fiction)

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