me

Some of the loneliest people

I have met

Are married couples

Only their mouths talk

By habit

Words come out

Because they are tired

Of being encrypted

In the mouth cavity

Same words

Tinny, deprived

Of essence

They are

Mates imprisoned

By choice

In a 5x5 cell

Life as predictable

Martyrdom self-imposed

And know

No other life

Only hope

Redemption

Is when one of them

Crosses the yard

Towards freedom

Finds a world

Full of new words

That had never been spoken

A whole new grammar

And then starts

Looking for the meaning of the word

Lonely

Appalled that it means

me