What do I write about when I have nothing to write about?
When my lips have nothing to say?
Do I paint for you portraits
of hollow chimes adrift
in dew whose songs
each sway of
Do I liken you to a single rose
who has but endured a
winter’s wrath to
weave a quilt
Or do I reflect upon my life as it is,
to tell you how much I treasure
the privilege of being able to
help you, to care for
Do I try to express how tremendous my
heart feels when I tell you that it is
going to be alright, or when we
know that it may not, that
we will conquer it
Do I admit to you that whenever you
smile, my day is brightened,
my heart is warmed,
and that when you
weep, my soul
And do I tell you how much I appreciate you-
your presence, your courage- as you
battle through your illnesses,
uncertainties, and fears-
while reminding you
that you are an
So what do I do when my lips can find no words?
I suppose I let the heart speak.
of a thought unborn.
Ardent flames, its lingering kiss,
bittersweet sigh of a withering embrace.
A mind deceiving, its essence departing,
threadbare wishes abandoned within
the remains of a waning heart –
a heart entrusted to you