And I

I
want you
to know how
each of the hesitations
and lumps in my throat,
and every deep sigh
is because I
lost your
love.

But I
don’t ever
want you to know
that if all my thoughts
became my spoken words –
I’d talk incessantly
about you.

And I
hope that we
are more than just
unspoken words and
unsated lust.

Inspired by this post on Facebook. I hope I did the emotions justice. 🙂

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