Words That Go Unsaid

If I could write a poem 

With the words that go unsaid 

How would it begin 

And how would it end? 

Would the words that go unsaid

Be eventually overturned? 

Like rocks that beckon the river’s edge 

Gliding over by touch of my hand? 

Would the words that go unsaid 

Twist and turn into altered forms? 

Like the caterpillars that once squirmed on the leaf, 

Flying effortlessly through the sky? 

Would the words that go unsaid 

Lose their meaning and eventually die? 

Like the loves of old that once held your heart, 

now forgotten in your mind? 

Or would the words that go unsaid 

Find rest upon your ear? 

Like the baby who takes the trip

from womb to breathed air? 

If I could write a poem 

With the words that go unsaid, 

Would you read the blank page 

And know exactly what it said?