And I never did tell
him how I really felt,
as he said goodbye to me over the static
on the other end of the phone;
I never told him how badly I wanted to taste his lips,
breathe his words in and let them fill my heart
with pure bliss and hope for the future.
I never did tell him how badly I wanted to hold his hand,
feel the roughness of overworked skin
and flawless beauty.
I should've told him to keep speaking in that whimsical
way,
his voice a song that I so desperately wanted to sing.
I could've told him to lay with me,
to become a part of me altogether and at once.
But I never did tell him how I really felt.
