let it linger

i love to write,

but what if the deep lore in my heart holds my pen back, taking my longings along?

what if the only thing my paper refuses to hold is something i can’t name?

i got lost for words to give,

since i don't ever truly know

it just exists to me as a pocketful of words from long ago,

ones i let slip past me then.

yet now,

it's all my head lingering about

without knowing when or how 

the thought never really dies, 

it just sits quietly at the back of my mind. 

and i feel like i'm crowded with words, 

with too many feelings beyond language

but what’s the point?

i can't even bring myself to write it down,

as it was never mine to know.