I Didn't Mean it Like That

What I wanted to say

Truly, truly wish to say to you,

Only lays under the rubble and debris, 

Under moss and deteriorating nature

Under white skeletons of fathers and mothers,

A few limbs of meaning, fingers full of memory

Lay between the gaps of destruction, lifeless, now

In its wake of the crackling ripples through Earth

After the rumbling, tumbling of butterflies’ wings, 

Ravenous hunger for reciprocated love 

From you, for you

Only silence remains.