Missing Words

Do you remember Weöres Sándor

The exhibit of moving words

Like our own story

We were filling in the gaps

With our hands

Trying different combinations

Approaching a whole

You carried the words so gently

In your cupped hand

As on your lips

So like your kisses

But sometimes they missed

An unrhymed vowel

Improperly pronounced consonant

The dissonance made the little birds shake

On their brittle little legs

But they kept singing

After all

We were not so lost for words

Ours had wings and flew

And the gaps were no more empty

Because we didn’t fill them

But fuller for all we knew