Unspoken Words


I wanted to say – I’m sorry.
Words formed, came tumbling
from my mind
only to choke – in my throat –

Such a small word, and yet,
remembered grievances
drown out reason.
Bitter words remain
churning – burning.

I’ll not play this game.
Be done with grief and sorrow,
tomorrow is a new page
a clean sheet,
on which his name
will not appear.

And yet – and yet
in dreams I’ll hold him close
feel loved, know joy —–
Betrayed by my sad heart’s need.

© Patricia Curtis, 2015