Something We Dare Not Name
We walk and snowflakes fall soft upon your hair.
Perfect crystals
Quickly melting
Like moments to memories
Gone too soon
If I held you close
would we dance
to the untitled melody that plays in my mind
Or would you pretend not to hear it?
Because I fear the answer
I do not ask the question
Instead
We talk about riding the bus
and living alone.
As the music grows bolder
I retreat down a chill path
Because the frozen ground affords
no sign of passage
You cannot follow
Still the song plays on
Ever with me
Unnamed
Unshared
and somewhat out of time
Copyright © Michael Mosall | Year Posted 2009
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