Lost For Words

Lost For Words.

I left these words for you to read tomorrow.

Words for you from further down the track.

Words to take away your heartache and your sorrow.

 Words to say I won’t be coming back.

I don’t know why I didn’t get to mention.

The words I kept all bottled up inside.

I couldn’t seem to bring to your attention.

Afraid to risk my ego, protect my precious pride.

I wanted to avoid a situation.

Where I would feel embarrassed or exposed.

Perhaps I have ideas above my station?

Why I couldn’t tell you, heaven only knows.

Instead, I sort of hinted and suggested.

Refused to pin my colours to the mast.

To show I was committed or invested.

The chance had gone, a fleeting moment past.

Maybe I’m too hung up on expression.

Explaining every action, thought or deed.

Defining and reminding us our love like a confession.

It screams from every fleeting glance there really is no need.

To capture it, confine it like a cage is to a bird.

Our love is understated freedom.

Our love cannot be formalised or captured within words.