Words For Leaving

Consigned to “odd”.
Finally spoken,
And understood.

I am that odd.
Un masqued.
Un ashamed.

“What music do you listen to?”
“I don’t”.
“That’s odd”.
“Is it?” I ask.
Silence is the most beautiful sound.
But, of course,
I said it to myself.

© WhatHabit Co. and Words For Leaving, 2010 to 2014

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