Secrets

i wish i knew what to say,

or rather,

how to say it…

i wish these long drawn-out

silences

were a little less one-sided

i wish it took less dramatic measures

to make a good-bye stick

to return things as they should have

always been

but, return,

could it ever?

be what we had before?

i wish i knew what that was…

was there ever a moment

when we were not an us?

it’s hard to recall

if either of us could peer

beyond the walls of forgiveness

we’d see the shattered

spirits

of our dying love unfold

fore when i find the words

we will finally know…

how deep the wounds of deceit

shall go

i wish we could have been more honest

especially with ourselves

fore if the words should never come

the truth shall still be known

regardless of the outcome,

i hope deep down you know…

i will always miss you

and what we had before