They bounce around in the midst of my thoughts
Begging to be released out into the open
Where they can resuscitate the flat line
That are our hearts
I stare at him stare at me
Watching waiting, looking, lingering
For me to utter the phrases
That can mend us
My mouth dries up as I try to speak
And again, I say nothing
So as I watch his receding back
All I do is stare
Because of those resounding words inside my head
That are never
Said.
How I feel when I know I'm supposed to say something but don't