Often I've been told I know my way around words

Funny I find that, they just seem to fly off my tongue

Escape my fingertips like, from a nest a flock of birds

I missed you like a call that never rung

In these moments of solitude far after loves gone, I find it easy to explain

Always do I find the words of feelings as they say

Yet in that moment as you turn to glace at me a final time

I can never find the words
*"Wait, but please stay"