I long to explain to you how I feel,
But my words crash into your glassy cool
And flutter senseless to the ground,
Mangled and limp, deprived of sound.
Then alone in the silence, I try not to cry,
And I just sweep up, and I wonder why.
I wish you would tell me how you feel,
But your words spin past me in intricate reel
And I can't catch their meaning however I try.
So I'm left empty-handed, and hear you sigh
When I ask you again, so I walk away
With no words in my heart, and nothing to say.
If you've any comments on
this poem, Louise Tee would be
pleased to hear from you.