tumbleweeds

letters strewn about like
tumbleweeds across the
bedroom floor. words I forgot
to say scooped up and hidden;
sealed in your back pocket.
my anxiety roaring up,
mouth wide and ready
to devour but suddenly
giving out just before
laundry time. wasn’t it
always tricky to coordinate
our timing?

you see the words didn’t
fall away, you only just
saw the ink bleeding
out when it was already
too late to make out
the meaning.