Your W o r d s

You never waste your words.
I can taste your words.
I breathe them
as you speak them.
I need them,
need to believe them.
Later, when it’s still,
when it’s quiet,
I know I will,
you know I will…
I’ll repeat them
until I bleed them.
Until I no longer
need them.
Then, I’ll release them.
I’ll play with your words.
I’ll replay all your words.