words

I told her
once
I was not
an unstained soul

she liked that

I called her

my Goddess

once

she balked

but I know

she liked that

once

twice

three times

I asked her

to marry me

she liked that

because she agreed

each time

countless times

I told her

I loved her

she told me

countless times

too

once

I told her

I had to let her go

she didn’t like that

either did I

as it turned out

yet

I said it again

a year later

neither of us

liked it 

anymore than before

in fact

we hated it

I think

we hate it still

for all we shared

then and since

the feelings

we’ve expressed

in words

in actions

we’ve lost

something precious

I lost 

someone precious

once

she liked

the words I used

now

all the words

in the world

don’t sway her

they’ve lost

what charm

they once had

whatever magic

I could put 

into them

yet

I keep writing

words my sole

release

a medium

with but dubious effect

once

has become

no more

words

are now

ignored

meaningless

where once

adored

what love

our hearts

might know

no words

seem apt

to show

and words

like so much

air

just seem

to go

nowhere