I’d never tell you
but there’s a certain clarity to your eyes,
one I cannot seem to find in my own life;
the hue is ever changing
but I always find a place I like to call home-
I’d never tell you
your constant laughter echoes in my ears
I see your lips curving upward,
head thrown back
eyes shut
my mind has every moment on replay.
I’d never tell you
I feel your kiss on my forehead and
hear hushed whispers,
your thumbs gliding underneath my eyes
wiping away tear by tear
towering over me-
memories drag me out of bed on the hardest mornings.
I’d never tell you
that short breaths
and goosebumps
trail down my spine with
longing knocks on my door
night after night,
I want you home.
I’d never tell you
that beautiful has never left a stronger impact
than when it is has come from between your lips and that
safe has never held a stronger meaning
than it has when you held me tight between your arms.
I’d never tell you
that there’s solidarity about the future
when time passes by quickly
between soft glances
and smooth fingertips.
I’d never tell you
that even though I’ve always been good with words
and someone that takes a risk
that sharing feelings
for someone that is so far away
and so closed off
is so painful.
I’d never tell you
that my loss for words
and loss for risk
solely rests in the palm of your hands.
