Words
Words don’t come easy until you’re lying in bed
And thinking about the boy you brushed hands with today
And you cashier who smiled at you when she handed you your change
And the dog you met on your walk home
And the only other person on the subway later that night
Who was glad to pass his guitar between the two of you
Your tongue cannot form the words to express the love you feel
So it bursts from your fingers instead
Painting words across a computer screen and documenting each new person you meet
Words don’t come easy unless accompanied by the clacking of keys
And a gnawing feeling in your stomach that refuses to go away
Until the thoughts that speed through your head are captured and written down
You hit the backspace to the tune of whatever song blasts into your ears from your headphones
And your mind moves to quickly for punctuation so your fingers follow suit
And if the poem comes out a little disjointed maybe you meant for it to be that way
Words don’t come easy but you will always have the clacking of keys
And the beat of the backspace to articulate
All of the words you cannot say