I try to talk to you
But I don't know what to say.
I am afraid you don't want me to say anything
So I don't.
But inside of me, there are words waiting to come out
And tell you how I feel - like how I miss you
And how I love you despite my broken heart
And how I need you in my life
And especially how much I want you.
But those words may forever stay in my heart - locked inside.
Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too.
But then... I'll never know.
I watch your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life
And the rest of it all
Your bones have been my bedframe
Your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
To offer up the deep
With both hands
Waiting is painful
And so is forgetting.
But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.