She hides the words
She keeps them sloppily yet safely crammed
in an old, beaten up suitcase.
She keeps them for
some reason.
What to do with the words?
To render them useless is to
bury them alive
to give them a torturous death,
to dry the blood of the heart.
What to do with the words?
Let them out?
Free them from captivity?
Let them dance off her tongue
and into his ears,
and risk once again the
slaughter of her very own heart?
What to do with the words,
what to do with the words,
what to do with the words?
She knows these words will not fit him.
They are too large in size,
and she would be ridiculous to believe he
might 'grow into' them.
But perhaps if ever one day,
the cruel world leaves him alone and cold,
she can cloak these words over him-
over-sized, loving and warm,
wrapping him with all the words
she has secretly struggled for so long
never to share.
And when she does,
she will have to speak nothing.
He will feel them and he will know.
Her love, he will certainly know.
Oh, how deeply she has missed him...
