A silly stupid girl
Was happily dragged along
As a lad with long strides held her hand
Not remembering to breathe
She only remembered to hold her breath..
A few dancing nerves
And skipping heartbeats later
She heard simple words
Not knowing, years later
The love for each letter, so strongly etched
Will not be easy to remember...
The same silly girl
Thought friends were forever
Indefinitely rooted
From an unexplainable existence
Surely not something
distance could separate...
A few unheard misunderstandings
And unspoken fears later
She read poignant words
Not knowing, that even years later
Everything needs to be spelt…
The yearning to talk and confess
That day
Lost me something,
And the inability to do the same
Lost me something today
Syllables are like a fashion,
A syllabus;
Defined,
Yet searching for the unsaid
Searching for more
It seems
It is as wrong to say I love you
As it is
To not say it all the time.
No comments:
Post a Comment