Unsaid

Mostly it's not about that argument
that we try forgetting.
What are words anyway
but little barbs of meaning
interchangeable in a different context.
But that nakedness lingers on,
when the voice uncovers sounds
that break like stones upon the heart,
without meaning to wound.
We hear what we're saying with dread,
or surprise, at something unlatched,
and swinging dangerously to and fro
in a space we need to close down.