I want to write you long letters,
I want to write you beautiful poems.
I should WANT to tell you how much I love you,
How you are always on my mind,
How I never want to be away from you.

I can’t find the words to tell you these things…

I wonder, do I not feel them anymore?
I wonder if you don’t feel them either?

Are we just going through the motions?
Force of habit, living this life.

Why can’t I find the words?
Why don’t beautiful phrases fall from my mouth for you?
Why doesn’t my heart spew love filled passages for you?

Are we just going through the motions?
Force of habit, living this life.
What is left between us?
Is it worth saving?


© Misty Bishop-Martiss