The Want Of Wasted Words Poem by Susan Lacovara

Tiny mixed sentences

That now, would have been better used

Given graciously, on platters, silver

So that you could feast on my love

Tangled thoughts, rushed to deliver

On my way out the door, to someplace better

Tongue-tied, with too little time to spare

I selfishly kept going, without a kiss goodbye

Trivial bits of burdensome, boring details

That I should've laid in your lap

The want of wasted words, haunts my hallways

Ironically, it is those we always thought

Knew our every emotion, heard or unspoken

And long after they are gone, taken, or lost

They are the very voices I long for most

They one's that witness my evolution of self

And offered the vocabulary of love.