Aphasia - a poem

Aphasia.

Her words come down the corridor
undecided, bouncing off the walls
like snowflakes awaiting the avalanche's
inevitable, deafening roar
she wants to share her heart's desire
she sees the perfect sentence in her mind
but her lips are rebellious and unkind,
Instead,
a calcified noun hits me in the chest.
She wanted to ask me for a date,
disconcerted by unfriendly words
I chose to walk away


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