In Search of Words
I don't have enough words to give to you.
I saved a Scrabble stack of vowels from all the games I tried to play,
a hundred I.O.U's
and still I can't spell out: I Love You.
I watch your smile behind a paper cup,
Your face on the end of a telephone line,
Your chest caught up in the stripes of your jumper;
and how it pulses our mistakes out.
In the morning I'll hold your hand beneath the covers,
Your face will be close to mine, like a photograph fallen in the night.
You'll look a little different
and I'll feel a little lighter,
The room tighter around us,
So close that we're out of focus.
And all I will be thinking of is, how much I love you;
and wishing I had more words to say.
I saved a Scrabble stack of vowels from all the games I tried to play,
a hundred I.O.U's
and still I can't spell out: I Love You.
I watch your smile behind a paper cup,
Your face on the end of a telephone line,
Your chest caught up in the stripes of your jumper;
and how it pulses our mistakes out.
In the morning I'll hold your hand beneath the covers,
Your face will be close to mine, like a photograph fallen in the night.
You'll look a little different
and I'll feel a little lighter,
The room tighter around us,
So close that we're out of focus.
And all I will be thinking of is, how much I love you;
and wishing I had more words to say.
darren thomas
Mon 17th Nov 2008 00:43
Isle of View.