Meaning

by Tanya Southey   Nov 1, 2019


Every word has meaning,
how do we all know, that
this is a pot or this is a clock?
From the sky, to the sea;
the way I say you,
the way you say me

Every word holds
something different for each;
perhaps in my joy,
there lies your grief;
here is my pain,
there is your dream

Everything holds meaning,
the way you sat in that chair,
a car you once drove,
a movie you loved;
which why a thousand times
a day, I whisper your name.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A beautifully written and thoroughly moving piece, Tanya.

    I hope you are well.

    • 4 years ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks Ben, all good and you? Thanks as always for the feedback.