Love Unsaid
Still drowning —
My lungs inhaling
every word you speak,
I breathe them whole
till my sense completes.
A flutter of the eyelid
is merely a symbol;
pages turn
within the mind that sees them.
I see them turn,
I see them spell,
I see the pain you're unable to tell.
We lay now by the hospital bed,
respirators strapped between our heads.
Doctors hear the nearly dead —
lives untold, love unsaid.
Novel in our arms, of which no one read,
waiting still, for the natural end.