Sometimes Things Can Not Be... Poem by Kenneth English

Sometimes things can not be correctly said,
The feeling is there but words are spare,
That dangling thing thats left unsaid
With simple words is still threadbare.

Can there be words to describe your absense,
For the times the air is missing in your space
And how I feel when I cannot fill your place.
As my shaking calm shrinks and limps,

A peculiar kind of longing sets in.
The crevices, deep rivers that crease
Valleys in quiet, never to rescind,
An incomplete missing piece.

But when you are in your place
Sunrise begins on a beautiful day.