There are no words to say
They have all been said
long before.
We wait alone
for something new
for which to live.

I had lost
the will to speak
prior to
our fortune’s leak
and dwindled joy
through months, and week
had drained away
within a sieve.

Were there aught
for me to do
to change the state
of me and you,
then, one, I’d act
and then, as two,
beg you to
at last, forgive.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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