there are so many more things we want to be able to say, but in the absence of actual words we breathe in and out and the moments slip us by. we've exhausted what must be said, but we've barely begun to say everything else we want to be able to say. and as with so many moments, this one is laden with those inarticulate thoughts like fruit on a bough, weighing it to the ground.i saved up more things to say which i lost the moment i could say them. cold ears and frozen hands.