There it was again
Distracted
By enticing words
She followed the scent
Not the purpose
Is that so bad?
There is purpose in distraction
After all
There is aim in desire
There is want in every mind
It eased the pain
Of loss
It softened the edge
Of waiting
For what might never be
Words matter
They hurt
They shelter
They promise
And sometimes
They sneak in and find a little entrance
In the entanglement
Drip
Drip
Like water drops
Hollowing out
Hardened cave floor
Stone hard
From millennia of not knowing
How to want
Or what
