unspoken

We were two souls dipped in misfortune trying to speak in silence.

Crossed arms, sleepy hair, and heavy eyes made her face seem dim. All my feet wanted to do was run.

To get as far away from the spot I stood.

To never speak to another person again and hide away among the limp leaves and swaying ocean.

But for now a mask will have to do.

A mask not to cover up who I am, but who I am not.