Groping for Words

Groping for words like a lover
Nervous fumbling in the night
Silence gasps in misunderstanding
The syllables hidden in plain sight

He remembers all that he means
And he can picture it all in his head
But he ‘ums’ to fill awkward silence
As the breath of each moment falls dead

He wonders and is confounded
His family offers their nervous smiles
Strangled by his own mutterings
He forgets, every once in a while

I can see it on my own dear father
And I fear as it begins in me
My words, my thoughts, my musings
Lost to silence and misery

I’m not asking you for sympathy
I’m not asking God for His grace
I scramble to jot down the moments
Before they are lost, forgotten, and misplaced

© Christopher Raine