What remained unsaid

You asked me once in your room why I wouldn't look at you.

Though my body was calm and steady lungs would fill

though my breath was even, my eyes were shut

forever still.

I didn't have an answer for you then

not one I could translate from soul to mind to heart

to tongue - English never was my best

language.

The words weighed heavily in my throat,

and a voice that was not my own whispered -

they remain unspoken!

For they were weaving a tapestry of sentences,

of phrases and clauses that both souls

could understand.

I would not look at you because your eyes held more than kindness.

They held invitations and fears of hope

and abandon.

I was afraid had I told you then it would have shattered

everything.

Though compassion was found within my own this love was much dissimilar!

Yours - yours longed for a reconcile I could not give -

but believe me there were moments I wished I could.

So I closed my eyes-

selfishly I closed my eyes and let you dream.

And I let you dream to keep the stillness

while they wove this tapestry.