pocketed words

i have a few words

that must belong

to you.

i found them

sitting quietly

on the edges of my lips

and though i recognized them

i knew they were not

my own.

i've tried

to return them,

not just once,

but twice.

but each time

our eyes have matched since,

my lips held on

for a better time.

i promise,

truly,

to give them to you,

though i confess

i do not know when.

be patient,

my dear,

it will be

soon.

until then,

do not fret,

for i will keep your words

safe with me.