Written

Once Written

it can never be taken back into me

inked forever on an atom

though the paper be destroyed

carved into space and time

etched into yours and my

Sight.

Not just a memory anymore, drunk with our ears,

But a Photograph of the words that should have only been said

And then denied

And pushed aside

By our common sense

A fixed point, to hinge ourselves on,

A chemical change in the world's timeline,

A pen-stroke noose to hang ourselves on,

Or a place to load our joy.

So before the words are written, before they have bitten the paper,

the page,

the wall,

Think...

Always Think.

And then have the strength to stay.

Or walk away.