They bounce around in the midst of my thoughts
Begging to be released out into the open
Where they can resuscitate the flat line
That are our hearts

I stare at him stare at me
Watching waiting, looking, lingering
For me to utter the phrases
That can mend us

My mouth dries up as I try to speak
And again, I say nothing

So as I watch his receding back
All I do is stare
Because of those resounding words inside my head
That are never
Said.