Words left unsaid

I’m remembering you now. I was not aware of the things that were in my mind that kept me from being in the moment.

I walked to meet you. You drove me to your house. We met so rarely.

Inside you I was in your bedroom.

I tried to tell you what I was going through but I never found the right words to say.

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