Beggars Would Ride

If I could tell you
the things I wanted to say,
I would tell you that
I think you’re beautiful.

I would let you know
how much I wanted
to feel your skin
against mine.

I would explain
how much I feel alive
in your company
how you make me smile

If I could
do all of those things
I wouldn’t need to write
them down

and hope
that someday
you’ll read these words
and understand.

You could, if you wanted to…

You could de-construct my pieces,
find your way inside.
Tap at the stone
that replaced my heart;
hope to hear an echo.

You could climb into the abysm
that used to house my soul.
Close your eyes in its darkness
find a memory of before.

You could creep into my mind;
find the joy that someone stole.
You could.
I wish you would.

But you won’t.