My Vocabulary is Lacking [w.i.p.]

Wet of eye,
blessed by some distant moonlight,
I write:

“I don’t know,”
I sigh,
“It’s just that
it feels that
no-one ever
could have felt the
same way as
those words that
I write
because
where is the word,
then,
to dignify
the feeling?
The one that
I write of,
reveal,
and revisit?
No one word
has tasted the tongues,
one-by-one,
of
mother,
daughter,
son.
None.
So,
here I am
with several.”

 

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