Sentences

Somewhere in this conversation
I find myself unable to speak.

I cannot mention anything,
not even your name,
for you have already drifted
even before the first word.

Who shall hear me then
but the silence you drew
as sword to my side.

The next line is waiting to be said.
Whose mouth to murmur
we do not know.

We do not care
for we have
become sentences
beyond comprehension.