In Other Words

for Diana I had no words, so I sought Other Words to fill the emptiness. And the people there bestowed on me not just words but love, friendship, a home. At their hands I learned the agonies of the adjective the risks of rhyme, the frustrations of form the wizardry of words. They taught me to write with heart's blood, which is the finest ink. I am richer for having known them and poorer for the soul void that exists where Other Words once lived.