words i cannot speak
i’ve written a poem
about him, and him
but not one for you,
yet, there is so much i long to say
to you:
i want to go back
back to the days when we were stupid and naive and not cruel to
each other,
sunlight dancing through the tint
as you beg of me not to fall asleep yet
the words were so gentle,
i couldn’t help but open my eyes to
find yours
looking into mine.
they seemed to sparkle as they looked me over, that’s
what i noticed- how they sparkled. one day i hope to see
them sparkle again for me.
i should’ve wished that for my 17th, but my mind must have been
elsewhere, relationship up and down like a trampoline spring.
but i know if you were to call my name,
i’d be back,
no hesitation, mind empty.
for it is when i read the pages of the book and
i smile at a quote one lover says
to another, i know
the smile is for you
and that i am just daydreaming that instead
of the written characters,
it were us, and
you were saying that
to me.
