When you were here
I took it for granted
I could study the intensity in your eyes
I could listen to the way you spoke
I could say what I held in my heart
But I didn’t
I let myself be distracted
and didn’t look into your eyes
I heard the confusion around me
and ignored what you were saying
I kept silent or spoke of shallow things
and never let you know what I was really thinking
And now you’re gone
And I can’t see you
Or listen to you
Or tell you . . .
. . . I should have said . . .
. . . I should have said
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I love you
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From the book my heart poured out by Jordan Aspen
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