we speak sometimes
of art and hurt
and time — as you pass by
without dessert

other times we do not speak
except to say
good bye
for another week

we speak sometimes
in smiles and bright eyes
in almosts and of course
long sighs

other times we do not speak
except to know
the cost of doing business
then we go

we speak sometimes
with nearly words
with loss unimaginable
the irony’s absurd

other times we dare not speak
for fear we’ll understand
life is very short
and every day is grand