So here we are again
Me, you, and the words that spill
No tourniquet can staunch the flow
The need to bleed too overwhelming
Oh, to be a more taciturn man
The laconic stone
Allowing just so much expression
And no more
A master of the compartmented heart
Of seeming strong
Without having to prove it
That’s a good trick
So I’m told.
Words and image are my own.