Written 11/6/14

Written 11/6/14

So many words still left to say,
and no one left to say them to.
These melancholy bottled thoughts,
I drink from as I think of you.

Consuming ev'ry unsaid word
that numb my mind as they go down.
These thoughts of which you've never heard
so instead in them I will drown.

Intoxicating though they are,
I know they are no good for me.
I'm only glad we were not far,
before you chose to cut me free.

Yet though we were so new, I still
could feel the depth that might have been.
So as I sip each word, I will
wonder what sights we could have seen.