Hello Jim

I feel happy to have come across this telling poem on unsaid words, or unheard melodies, which the poet affirms are sweeter than the heard ones.

It is like saying "welcome" and "Goodbye" at the same time. You are acknowledging someone's love and reciprocating it, but then it sounds as though it was late to do so. However, mentioning the feelings seem to go far in restoring peace.
"No longer unsaid, I’m at peace now,"
It shows how important it is to say something you want to say.
But then, it is like an unfinished love story, a tad sad.
"Now it’s too late, we’ve never danced."
Touching metaphor!

Tone-
Tone is one of regret for not doing what ought to have been done. Missing certain buses is not easy to deal with.

Rhyming-
Great on sound and word. Word choices are excellent, simple yet meant a lot. The rhyme scheme went perfect all the way.

It flows well.

Write on!