Unwritten poems,
Halfhearted rhymes.
Incomplete promises
drifting through time.
“So much to say”
through silence,
and time
that unfolds, so slowly,
in unwritten rhymes.
Hearts opened, in hope,
Slammed shut by fear
the aching,
the longing
to hold one so dear,
Near.
So close that they feel
the hope through our fear.
Through gentle embrace,
and, perhaps, unshed tears,
we wait.
For the words ,
so long ago felt.
Each morning,
with hidden hope,
that those fears will be shattered by tears
that pour through the love held captive these years,
sequestered by time,
but never lost,
He looks through wishes,
unadmitted,
and sees her words appearing
not.
Halfhearted wishes,
Unfulfilled dreams,
Perhaps life is
Never
as much
as it seems.