Nibbles

Nibbles

Stewing in my melon rind
Remembering extracts of all kinds
None dared shared

Kept inside my burning ears
Sharing space with unshed tears

The things left unsaid nibbling at my wit
Watching you where on a window sill you sit
Throbbing in my failing to coldly walk by it
These nibbles on my heart, killing me in quiet

Shaking as you're crying, hateful and morose
Feeling gravely guilty of your reality overdose

Those things left unsaid nibbling my melon rind away
But not as justly, voraciously as the things I did say

Trying to swallow my regrets and suffering still
Mourning the wonder I relegated to a window sill

[auth note: companion to Haizey's "Invalid Item"  ]