Fourth

The Unsaid

You haven’t said it yet.

But I saw it on your cheeks,

With the blossom of blood,

Under your skin.

I saw it in your eyes,

Gleaming like drops of rain,

With the sun behind.

I saw it,

In the purity of my tears,

I felt it,

In the fire of my breath,

I heard it,

In the music in my veins,

And I read it,

In the engravings,

Of what you left unsaid.