And Everybody Knows But You

And everybody knows but you,

         those words you never said,

our polaroids left to hang

         and melt on grimy walls

stained with old thoughts,

         and there, that’s the scar

where your fist once struck

         at flaws you knew

were you and saw as weak,

         angelic, beautiful.

That place is empty now,

         yet your scent lingers,

your hands still find reasons

         to feed hungry hearts

without wasted gesture.

         No one heard your voice,

your feet dance on air,

         you just threw your quiet  

with its failure and success

         into endless night.