What was left unsaid

Hello You,

Oh, I know we have been blue,

Sitting in the grass until morning's dew.

I remember your softest smile,

even though it has been quite a while.

Talking about the dead,

crying out lots of unpleasant dread.

Expressing our genuine love for creation,

I loved everything about our conversation.

Your clarity left me in awe,

gazing at you, sipping my beer with a straw.

I think we were really meant to be,

yet, we have never met again to see.

So, the things that were left unsaid,

hopefully reached your heart instead.

What's left is to keep wondering,

if it's me who leaves your mind pondering.

Believing in a reason for all,

I will be waiting for your call.

With Love, The One with the Flowers