Unsaid

I've wondered just why
I never could say it.
I never could think when I'd try.
For what do I say
To someone who knows me
Almost as well as I?

Those same old three words
Have been written before
And said a billion times more.
My mind speaks aloud,
But my heart speaks inside.
My translation just comes out a bore.

Oh, will you excuse my problem, my dear?
You see that I haven't a choice.
But if all humankind could speak its heart,
My comfort would be in your voice.

Richard C. Hayner
1977 ©

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