Digging through the dirt and coming up with handfuls
Of nothing
And there's more where
That came from
Tuning in for echoes
And the overwhelming silence
Is resounding and
Hardly worth the wait
If it's me vs them,
I must admit they're winning
We're calling off the search,
Resigned to the futility
Of sorting the remains
For proof of something meaningful
Every scratch as painful as the last
The hardest words to say
Are the ones that don't mean anything
Every scratch, now that
The moment has passed
Sometimes the hardest words to say
Are the ones that don't mean anything