You do know
that I will grow
and evolve
without you?

Do you know
that you’ll stay behind
and be all alone
as you’ve always done?

My silence is also my grief,
Forgive me my discretion.

It fails me to talk with you,
To mention your transgression.

It fails me to restore you
To where I once adored you.

It deems me guilty,
guilty,
without a choice,
without a voice.

Whatever it was
or seemed to be,
it only was platonic.

Why then is the sting
of this tiny barb so sharp
within my weeping heart?

Why is it so ironic?

So sweet the smell
I cannot tell.

Is it a lily or
is it the girl
next door…

I can fain forget
How when we met
I lay my head
Upon your sweet
And warm shoulder.

And your arms’ embrace
Around my waist…
I felt your breath
Upon my hair
And on my face.

I close my eyes
And think of you,
I hear your voice,
I feel your touch
To my heart's rejoice.

Remembering well
How good it felt
To be with you.

Could’ve would’ve should’ve…
Didn’t…wouldn’t…couldn’t…
Ultimately…will you, won’t you?

Sweetly sublime
I mouth the rhyme
of the lullaby
in my heart for you.

Patiently
I whisper the words
keeping time
while I softly mime.