nothing but much

Sometimes there is nothing.
To say.

I know,
because in those times
- a lot of the time
I say shit anyway,
and right
afterwards

I'm like
"Oooooo. Inutile.
Inapt, Inept" People
usually look past
how useless

my words

and count on the thought
instead,
which somehow
they tell. 
But really it probably would be
better sometimes
if I didn't try. To find
what there are no words
for. Well

Life is a very long awareness
of death
we console each other
all the way through, until
we can't
anymore. Because we are the one.
Gone. Not left. 

Until that day I love you I love. 
you