A Man of Words

I underlined your words

And groped in this maze

Of your disguised triumphs

Slowly revealing your ways.

 

The unanswered questions remain

Less than the ones I’d rather not ask

You urge me to try, yet again

While you’re still behind a mask.

 

When the vehemence of my answer

Surprises both of us

Remember, all that you have ever remained

Is a man of words.

 

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