I tugged on the thread
of grief not knowing how
completely it had tangled
with all the other threads,
how without grief
there was no cloth.
*
Here, darling,
I cannot say
the words for you,
but I will listen
for the unspeakable
whether you say
the words
or not.
I’m fond of the 2nd reconciliation, the sense of listening for the unspeakable. I’m not sure if in the first, second line from the bottom, you don’t mean “them” instead of “it” — I’m still trying to reconcile with that one.