Words Unsaid

The words,

they

hang

Like lead
Weighted in
Between lines
Unspoken,
Unsaid.

A smile, a nod
Tinged in scarlet
Dreams, stuck 
behind immobile
tongue and lips -

Inanity, disguised
In smalltalk,
Fear-encased,
Stems a flood, of
Potential happiness -
perhaps.

What wants
To be said
Cannot be,
As it lies behind
A wall -

And so the
Conversation
Tastes too
Much of melancholy
And bitter tears.

Eleanor Clark
28 March, 2015

Regret

In dreams of satin
silk thoughts wound
through longing -

desires past
begin to whisper
weeping, at once
was found and now
is lost somewhere
in actions past
that never were -

in thoughts bound
up in nervous hope.

To wander in this
sense - loss
regret
permeating my
sleep in tossing,
turning, lingering
conversations.

In the morning
it seems that
dreams unfolded
revealing contradictions -

thoughts I never
knew were there -
but were.

hearts beating in
desire that never
had a chance to talk.
Your fingers wound
through mine

then let go as
you stepped away
with mourning dawn.

And a tear runs
down my cheek.

© Eleanor Clark
18 March, 2015