A stop in the noise of the ticking of the seconds going by
In that moment when your ocean eyes
meet the puddles of mine
You never open your mouth, yet you're speaking.
What are you saying? What are you saying to me?
I can almost hear you whispering,
telling me your secrets,
but not a whisper loud enough to hear.
No.
You keep it to yourself and then you disappear.
Snow catches
Catches in your hair, your eyelashes.
You touched my hand like you wanted to hold it
But I froze, afraid to move lest I break the spell of that moment—
that quiet, quiet moment when
the snow was falling.
And the world was falling
and I was falling
and of course you knew
...(you had to know)
I could only be falling for you.
A stop in the noise of the ticking of the seconds going by
The clock doesn't move, I hang my head and sigh...
You won't be here today
and we've run out of tomorrows.
The saddest part is that I'll always wonder
About all the things you wanted to say but never would.
Why wouldn't you?
Because, my darling,
Couldn't you see
There was forever between you and me?
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Wordless - A Collection
PoetryPoems by yours truly. I don't usually stick to strict rhyme-schemes, so my poetry is more lyrical than anything else. I appreciate all reviews and constructive criticism is wonderful!
