The Poem I Said I Wouldn’t Write

I promised myself I wouldn’t write 

I just can’t help it 

Afraid

What if I said the wrong thing?

I quickly say it’s not what I meant 

Wishing I could put in words 

What my heart desperately wants to say 

There’s this stillness of you

I can’t shake off

But we can’t say those words

I can’t go back 

Can’t keep wishing anymore 

What can’t possibly happen 

I’m trying to stop calling for you 

With my heavy sighs and windy heartbeats 

I promised myself I wouldn’t write 

Another poem to the pile 

What if you don’t read this one?

Just another poem anxiety had stolen

But here I am

Hopelessly writing for you 

Praying you’d hear the delight 

In quiet smiles I have during the day

The ones I keep for you 

The day you need them

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Dream

This could apply universally to anyone or thing hoped for. Nice versification.