For I could never know the thoughts that she wouldnt share,
The words she left unspoken,
No
I lived by those that existed,
And have existed in me,
Given life by quiet looks and half answered questions,
That had taken me to the half empty bottles I used to send her love crazed pieces of me,
Messages taken out to sea by wave after wave of honesty,
Received and taken in with Admiration,
Appreciation,
Acceptance,
And always returned faintly perfumed
by the possibility of something more.
An aroma of the most intoxicating airs,
A fantastic disaster that
punctuated life to a simple before and after.
Before I spoke my truth,
& after she shared hers.