It isn’t to say that I have nothing to say.
It’s that my words are falling around below my feet.
I try to pick them up but my hip hurts when I stoop.
I move them aside with my toe so I won’t trip on them.
Meanwhile, people ask me what is wrong
And I say, I can’t find the words to tell you.
So they try to speak them for me
I think they are close but not sure
Because the words are now stuck under my bed and even I can’t see them.
I need new words but the cup is empty