Lost Words

Sometimes I wish I knew

Where to find those lost words

Thought of, but not entertained,

Exiled, ever before they reached my lips.

I know they lie within me

Concealed in my heart, locked away

By a key my mind

Would rather I not find.

Not that I haven’t tried;

When the hour comes, I, frantic

Search the reaches of my soul

Sometimes, I find a careless word

But as I reach with yearning arms 

Distracted by a pounding heart

Trembling, I breathe, just a blink 

And the word is lost once again.

At times I ponder, would it be best

If these lost words remain just that;

But search I shall; for if I don’t

When the hour passes, and 

The verses can no longer be said

My heart is weighed down by

The regret of what these lost words

Could have inked.

From where I stand,

What could be, sounds far better

Than living with 

The burden of lament;

So before that hour comes,

Oh love

I wish with all my heart, I would

Have found those lost words.