Worlds wait in a word,
multitudes panting to have
You might have owned its meaning once
when, held secret in your head,
its other voices eluded detection.
But you have come to know
can not be glossed over.
Speak and you risk interpretation.
Stay silent and that ,too,
becomes an object of imagination.
You are an actor
in your own life story.
Though you intrigue to steal the scene
from other players, they add
the small details that color your role.
The audience fills in the blank lines.
And in the end
no one knows or really cares
what it was you meant to say.
Your love affair with your meaning
lands on the rocks, deconstructed