revocation

To myself, I
mouth the words,
as the sentence expands farther
than the air it shaped, dying out
in the stilling

of my breath.
The sentence
goes on,

but the words left off
can only be read, or guessed.
They don't
mean

or make
what they could
have made, or meant - if blessed
by the sounding voice
I revoked

when I sensed
the rest. I suppose
in the end, we have
had our choice.