An Ode to the Unsaid Things

you are a cornucopia
of unsaid things
you dance in amongst
the landmines of
things you will not
cannot say to me

you will not say
‘I love you’

you cannot say
‘goodbye forever’

we stand in stalemate
facing off to all our
silent words
like chess pieces
waiting for players to
make their move

you would laugh at metaphors
ask me why I was writing
such pretentious poetry
tell me to simply say what
I needed to say to you

you have no idea
how hard
that would be