Unrequited sentiments fall gently,
In the truth of a moment in time.
Perfection for but a short interlude,
Punctuating the complexity of life’s struggles.
The intricacy of emotion comes not undone…
Rather, sentiments are placed gingerly on a high shelf.
Pausing, she sighs deeply yet contentedly.
Her lover was never truly close enough to touch.

On my lips

All the things I cannot say
Sit perched on my lips.
Words that roll across my tongue
But stop short, restricted by reason.
Glistening prose, created in silence,
Carefully chosen, meaningfully placed.
In reveries I share them;
These things I cannot say.