The white veil of morning <br />creeps around the house <br />The birds are black notes <br />and their song hang frozen <br />in mid-air <br />We drink coffee in the kitchen <br />and I want to tell you something <br />but your words erase mine <br />and I forget what I wanted to say <br />and there is no way you can help me <br />and we laugh it off and another mouth <br />replaces my mouth with different words <br />forming behind the seemingly same teeth <br />although they are actually a few seconds <br />older<br /><br />Dejanae Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-mystery/
