Unsaid

so many words were left unsaid
when you departed from this world.
i never took the chance
to tell you how i loved you.

i was paranoid and scared
too fearful of rejection
and terrified of the happiness
that i could have felt.

too shy to ask you to dance
though my dream
was to be in your chisled arms
and we spun around in never ending circles.

all the words unsaid
could fill the pages of a novel.
but i suppose, now, even in death
i could tell you everything.

i stand over your grave now.
letting the confessions flow out
like the blood that ran down your neck.
i pretend that you feel the same.

i close my eyes
and hold out my trembling hands
as i begin to waltz with the air
and the imaginary vision of you.

your crooked smile reveals its self
as you place your arm around my waist.
and you sway me back and forth
for hours, until the sun set on the horizon.

a cold wind hits me
and my eyes suddenly open.
i realize once more, that your gone
i fall and cry.

knowing that its too late,
and that you will never truly know
that i would have been your everything
if you had wanted me like i wanted you.

you were mine for one last night
as we danced on your grave
to the sweet sound of nothing
and the smell of sadness.

but we will meet again
when it becomes my time
to join you in eternal love
and in death.