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Words......

My words,

unspoken ones,

when weighted against

personal perception (perched on

your lofty pedestal, called wholesome,

where I have placed you). Slight perversions

of you. Never seem adequate. As if

their mere utterance, somehow

would diminish, us both

I should have told you ...

Framed in the proper

light you posses a smile,

so infused with wonder,

with beauty, that Angels

weep with envy.

I should have told you....

When enveloped, adrift

on a sea of ambivalent

black hole days, my greatest

comfort. Was found nestled

in lyrical echos, of your virtuoso voice

I should have told you....

about, futuristic mental snapshots,

lighting fast, mischievous, unborn

children at play. About back

porch, comfortable silences,

sipping Iced tea.

I should have told you .....

That, I think I love you,

despite the fact that we just met,

but I couldn't find the proper

vernacular, the exact,

language of longing. I said,

"Hello", instead, and

slowly walked away.