Words from Inside My Head

There once was a man who said 

I’d chased him away, with words

 of affection spoken in too harsh a tone.

This may have been true, or 

he may have missed something

in the translation. I wish I’d loved him

so much I’d have missed him

when he was gone, or lost or

dead and done. I should have 

loved him as if he were someone 

who mattered more than the sunrise. How 

would it feel to love someone so deeply 

that saying their name could make me

feel complete? How I wish I had loved you

so much that seeing you lying beside me

as the sun rose each morning 

would have made my heart so happy I’d weep.

Truth is, I did love you, like I love the vision

of me braving a rocky mountain I could not climb, 

a tall oak tree I might topple from, 

an untamed river I might drown in, a dark place 

in the forest I could find myself lost in. But I know

every time a bird sings, it soon will stop, 

I know that the wind slapping my face

is dismissing me, that raindrops are tears

of rejection, that ocean waves roll in, 

intending to sweep you away from me.