The Unspoken

By: rachel anne more

The wind whispers
The words I long to hear
The things he will never say
But still he holds them in
Not wanting me to know

The sweet breath of air
Tickles me inside
Like his voice, just before
He lets the forbidden
Slip past his lovely lips

As he walks away I do not worry
For he will be back
To warm my face
Like the beautiful spring
Just after a long, hard winter

Upon his return
His wonderful smile will
Embrace me and wrap me up
Like a blanket
Protecting me from the winter