She cannot admit that she misses him. It would perforate her larynx and puncture his inner ear. She is frustrated with the weight of phrases that should be light and uttered often. She wishes there were other words with the shape of this gap and the shade of this affection. Her tongue is ossifying with the unsaid.
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Lovely, last line especially.
Excelent description.
Maybe is for the best the impossibility to admit, worst things can happen if
her tong loosens and words uttered.