In a
book, in
a box,
in the
closet.
In a line, in a song I once heard.
In a moment on a front porch late one june.
In a
breath
inside a
whisper
beneath the moon.
There it was at the tips of my
fingers..
There it was on the tip of my tongue.
There
you were
& I had never been
that
far,
there it was the whole world
wrapped inside my arms,
& I let it all slip away..
What
do I do
now that you're gone?
No back up plan, no second chance,
& no one else to blame.
All I can hear in the silence that remains,
are
the words I couldn't say.
