words gather
at my lips
like clouds that
gather around
lush mountains,
waiting to burst
waiting to pour…

but love that has been
contained for so long,
concealed and shrouded,
remains unspoken.

the moment passes.
clouds part now without
a qualm
and sunlight streams through,
unaware of what almost happened.

no thunder, no rainfall
no rising petrichor
not even a drop to savour.
and you walk away from me
without ever knowing…

© SoulReserve 2020

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