I’ve heard it said:
It’s never too late

No matter the time passed
The words will not lose their weight

But what if life’s door has been closed?
And we are kept from behind its gate?

Those words meant to be spoken
That would never come out straight

Are we to keep these thoughts quiet?
Is silence to be our fate?

Will you never know the love I had?
Or must I simply wait?

A tear makes a trail down your cheek
A sob cuts the air like a knife
A word lets a drop of sorrow fall to the ground
These feelings were kept inside for far too long
They are kindling waiting to ignite
Pain slices through your heart
As this wave of grief washes through your body
No longer are you shut up and waiting
The kindling has been lighted
The dam has been broken
These tears that may never cease have begun