they mean the world
Sunday, September 9th, 2007these words, may be nothing to you,
only for me, they mean the world.
speaking my heart, my mind,
no sooner showing an interest,
do you seem to move away.
even if you haven’t, you might as well
have found another,
to while your days.
today, you make me feel,
as if i could never be yours.
yet i rise, words of life and care
come to my lips, unspoken.
what are these words then?
are they, only for me,
naught to be shared?
whispered, as if still in dream
across the greatest of distances,
i find in emptiness
in my morning room
a poem of love
somethings i have, never thinking
they could be, only for me
composed to share in feeling
these words, so oft
i write for you, alone.