Mute

What could I possibly have said?
Was there a way to keep you here?
The phrases echo in my head.

I knew it long before you fled,
It always was my deepest fear.
What could I possibly have said?

I look at all the words I bled:
The syllables roll down like tears,
The phrases echo in my head.

These pages are all stained with red,
Although my voice you did not hear--
What could I possibly have said?

Now something deep inside is dead,
What silence means is loud and clear.
The phrases echo in my head.

So many things that I misread,
How perfect did it once appear!
What could I possibly have said?
The phrases echo in my head.

(1980)