All the things left unsaid
are harbored in the heart.
The missing and reminiscing
of stolen sunlight in the park.
Those moments of eyes
and Nevermind’s
and soaking in the silence,
are all the things I hold in me
patiently and distantly.
This is the untouched,
the I love you’s and
‘too much.’ The unrequited
investment and lost intention
from the start.
It has abated gently
but never fully left,
an underwater reservoir
of forsaken love and rest.
It stays contently,
momently
washed over by doubt.
But the waves of sadness
mean nothing,
when the heart is whole and pure.
It is safely kept and insured,
waiting, left,
and still.
But oh,
if you only knew the untouched.
If you only knew how much
I wanted to love you.
