Things I Lack

There are many things I lack

the right words for promises

kisses for the dead

lips that make the angels sing

and eyes made for sin

I lack the courage to say what I feel

and the power to push you away

I cower instead

away in the winds of change

churning like teenage stomachs

and as biting cold as the wit

of a mother’s tongue

the things I lack may vary

but they always stay the same

foundations built on years

and years of knowing

that lacking

is not always forgetting

and loving

is not always seen