Of All The Words

Of all the words of tongue and pen the saddest are "It might have been" Whittier

Of all the words
We should have said
We did not
Deftly sidestepping emotion
Refusing to discern the obvious.

Of tongue and pen
Wielded with ironic precision
Crafting clever bon mons
Eyes refusing to see
What hearts knew.

The saddest are words unspoken
Except in amorphous realms
Each knowing but not wanting
Trusting but not venturing forth.

It might have been
So many things
Or nothing
Held tightly in hearts
Well protected.