Say ''I Love You'' When You Can Poem by Riya Gangwar

The seas are high,
The air quiet.
Hearts sound asleep in the ground beneath,
Lonely footsteps,
To a grave apart.
Alone in a barren field.
This place she always loved.
A handful of daisies,
His hand crushes their stems as his body tenses,
Trying to bottle it up.
Trying not to regret.
Trying to forget.
But failing at every step.
He reaches the stone.
Gray and dull.
A contrast to the beauty of her soul.
Who knew that she was so sad?
He knew.
He knew she was sad.
But that little knot,
That little ball,
That little ache in the pit of his stomach.
It always stopped him.
Stopped him from admitting.
Stopped him from coming clean,
From telling her what he felt.
From telling her, that every night, he dreamed ofher.
He dreamed of holding her,
Of kissing her and loving her.
What he didn't know, was that every day, she thought of him.
Of him holding her,
Of him kissing her and loving her.
What she didn't know, was every night, he dreamed of her.
And on that last day, of aching and crying.
Of wanting,
Of feeling like she was less than anybody, she chose the easy way out.
Never knowing, that to him, she was above everybody in everyway.
Never knowing, that the day after her burial, he would come to this place.
That he would come to the graveyard he saw her walk to every night alone.
That he would come to the place he know she loved, and weep, because once again,
She had made her way here.
She will never know, how many times he watched her walk alone, to make sure she was safe.
She will never know, that the next weekend, he was finally going to work up the guts to say it.
And as all of these thoughts rushed to his head, he fell to his knees right there, in front of the grave stone.
And out of his hands, gently fell the daisies.
And from his jacket, slowly emerged a gun.
'I always loved you.'
That was all he could say.
For when that last vowel barely rolled off his tongue,
Before he could even choke once more on his tears,
It was done.
And he lay there, his limp body draped over her tombstone.
Blood running into the dirt, where some of him could rest with her.
And he will never know, that as he sat there crying,
Her spirit was beside him.
He will never know that she was overwhelmed with joy seeing him there.
That he must have been person who had been following her all those nights.
That somebody HAD cared.
And he will never know, that when she saw the gun, her spirit screamed for him.
That she reached for it, for him, but couldn't touch.
And as the trigger was pulled, she felt her soul crumble.
That last piece of her break, just like her heart had.
And just like her skull had.
And just as every little trace of her was almost gone,
She felt a tug behind her.
Like an energy pulling her back.
And before her spirit could react, warmth wrapped around her.
And in her ear, she heard it once more.
'I always loved you.'