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.
Bittersweet... in retrospect I have always questioned my last words to a lover... it seems that there was always something more or something less that needed to be said... well penned dear poet... your pen is always a delight to me...to read.
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I would like to translate this poem
The vocabulary of love! ! 😀🤗 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.