For All The Words I Cannot Say

He spent the night with me last night,
listening to me weep and cry.
He held me tightly till the morning light,
then kissed me softly and said good-bye.

We shared several glasses of wine
and talked of the first time that we met.
We watched each silver star shine
and talked of the times we could not forget.

We drank of the wine of the past,
and I spilled my heart over you.
He listened from first till last
then asked, "What can I do?"

I turned to face the wall,
the heartache inside me born;
and I told him about it all,
how my heart was split and torn.

My arms around him were flung,
as he kissed each tiny wave.
My sorrows were grievously clung
about his strength which seemed so brave.

Each hurt, each lie, I confessed.
His lips he pressed to my cheek.
My back, he gently caressed,
as he listened but did not speak.

I know his passions were tame.
His desires were left unfelt.
He was quick to slow the flame
that could have made the snow melt.

He was strong when I was weak,
a friend who stood by my side.
He listened and let me speak
of the sorrow I felt inside.

I know he loves me well;
yet, my heart belongs to you.
I know I should say farewell,
but it's something I cannot do.

I awoke with a start and a scream,
and he quickly was there to hold me.
I had lost your love in a dream,
and it was my friend at once who told me.

"I'll always be here for you.
What greater love could you know?
Ask yourself, 'Was his love true?'
If not, then let him go."

Morning walks in robes of gold,
and she shines a heavenly light.
My heart admires my friend of old,
who was there throughout the night.

I don't know where I shall go.
I don't know what I shall do.
It is this, all that I know,
is that my heart is in love with you.

I know it will never be the same.
Our love shall never, ever grow;
and knowing that I have no claim,
I must find a way of letting go.

So I smile a smile for my friend
as he departs to go his way;
and I cry as he turns the bend
for all the words I could not say.

I silently close the door,
shutting the world far away;
and I fall in tears to the floor
for all the words I cannot say.

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Unrequited love, on both sides - his for you, and yours for the lost lover that you spent - or should I say - wasted, the night crying over. Personally, I would be more inclined to go along with the ethos behind the words of that Crosby, Stills and Nash song of the late '60's.
'If you can't be with the one you love,
Love the one you're with!'
David.

[siobhan]

inspriring* i feel like that plot could also be used in a song or tv show/movie.

i'd love to read more of your poems.