To be verbose.
And be quite drowned
Flailing as the words consume.
But if I did not,
The silence would suffocate
The love we have.
So, I dare not.
To reach out, dying to hold
Your hand, and tell you things
That would so heal us both.
But if I did, and you turned away
It would do me in, and therefore us.
Rent, quite rent, the fabric of a cherished togetherness.
I dare not.
To read each word you never write
In the pages I’ve collected in the memories
We’ve gifted each other. Hoping to see it for real.
And if you did write, and I read the pain you shared…
Would it not quite be my undoing?
Don’t, please. Or should I say, please?
The twain might never meet.
Or meet it might, in vain.
Till it does, I’ll yearn.
And once it does, I’ll dissemble.
28 April, 2017
Day#28 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017