Unsaid

if i could look into your eyes
one more time
i would pluck up the courage to
say what i truly felt. i’d tell you
how you smiled and the clouds
filled my soul and the valley
seemed to echo with the name
of an unmentioned friend
we both seemed to know. i’d say
how much it hurt to meet you and then
be left behind, how much it meant
to feel the earth shiver and have you
by my side if only i had the
courage to lie in the sand and
tell the sea i love her if only i
hadn’t left so many things unsaid – all
the apologies that weren’t my own and
all the fondness a fleeting friendship can owe
would the memory be less bitter? – or is it better
that so many things are fragments that
our time is not ended that this
our diary with so many leaves is yet
to hold any ink-stained pages