Finally, I learned to accept

— that some words are not for me to write.

Not for me to utter,

not for me use

to paint images

even in black and white.

Some words are written,

not always for me to understand,

some are just laid naked,

some dissipates so quick,

blowin’ somewhere,

nowhere that I can find.

These words I know exist,

those that I can see,

I can feel, I know it’s there,

but these words — like you,

is not just for me.