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