I wanted to

read to you,

because I wanted you to hear me read,

words that I wish I'd written,

that describe experiences I know we’ve shared.

I wanted to

take that last expression of yours,

and augment it perfectly,

speak words that compliment yours,

that describe feelings I know I have.

I wanted to

write you the letter,

that would make you consider me,

craft words for the love of you,

that describe thoughts I‘ve known.

I wanted to

O' how I wanted to.

Silence speaking louder.

Words I know have failed me.