They went away with them.As he packed his suitcase,and said goodbye,all those words,crawled into his bags when she wasnt looking,and left with him.

Now she has nothing to say.nothing to write about.

Earlier it would be bursting at its seams.
Her head that is.
With things to be said.things already said.things that wont ever be said.
Words to be written.words that havent been written.words that wouldnt be.

They're all gone now.It's as if someone switched off the tape-deck mid song.