In response to Writing Outside the Lines challenge Prompt 7 for the week of September 20, 2015:

In our lives there are people, sometimes several, that we have things we want to talk to them about, something to tell them, something to share – good or bad, but the timing just is never right and those things go unsaid. Those things you could never tell go with you to the grave or at least are lost to the person you needed to tell when they go to theirs.

If I Could Only Say …

There are so many words

in my heart

in my mind

in my soul

that need to be said

that need to be shared

that need to be discussed



Fear is keeping them to

myself … at least for now

Perhaps I will write them

all down and put them

in an envelope addressed

to you …

One that will be found by

some random individual

going through the detritus

of my sad life when I am

no more than dust on

a forgotten mantel


Maybe it will be mailed

perhaps it will be tossed

with all the other bits

and pieces collected for

years that no longer

have significance to

anyone …

living or dead


There is no guarantee

if mailed it will find

you …

Perhaps you have gone

ahead to pave the way

in the Universe for my

arrival …

Maybe then …

we will reconnect and

I can tell you

my thoughts…

my fears…

what all I held back

for years that needed

to be said…


We will both laugh

because in the end

it really didn’t matter…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie