this is

an ode to words unspoken,
for unmade promises, unbroken
to inchoate, inarticulate cries,
unverbalized, unvocalized sighs.
a lament for those laced
into love, those faced
all day; every day, with
its gossamer, undying myth
in the reality of lamplight,
cold and clear hindsight;
one sees in fact
that poetry lies not in this vanishing back.