A face
And I began scribbling
Silence rained
Darkness wrapped
But where did I lose the word?
A voice
A brief huskiness
With a bang from Adams apple
Midnight calls
From behind ajar door..
But where did I lose the word?
A touch
On the ear
With warmth of a new breath
My hair flowed
But where did I lose the word?
in ” Words lost ” ,the author conveys a frisson of existential dread and teases the reader with what might be a moment from a classic Hitchcock movie.
Thank you Louis, for your encouraging comments.