Let's start again.

I stopped because you were watching.
You are still watching.
So I closed my mouth
and buried my words
in the shady place
at the base of the tree
I still cannot name.
There is no kindness in you.
I would like to ladle compassion
into your open mouth.
But you would spit without tasting.
So I will exhume my words
and be on my way.
You might as well draw
the curtains.