A Million And One

I didn’t say the words
but I know you felt them in the air.
Not saying I love you these days,
takes more out of me than saying it.

It’s always on the tip of my tongue,
the words always on my lips.
But it’s not the right time, anymore.
Strange that there has to be a right
time for it now but it’s like that…now.

It doesn’t seem right, not to say it.
I feel it. It’s in my heart,
my head, my complete being…
but the words get stuck in my throat.

It sits with the other million and one
words that I can’t let myself say to you.
Words that previously rolled from my lips
to your heart, faster than my mind could form them.

Words that at another time would have sent you to the moon and back but would now leave you speechless...or grasping for a reply.

The words don’t really matter though. They never did because we were both so good at reading the silences anyway.

You could always read me. And even now when there are a million and one things that I have to say but won’t, I think you know them…anyway.