Cool

Things left unsaid

Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash

One of my biggest regrets
bar the obvious
is never telling her how cool she was
opting instead for
‘my delicate flower’
‘my dorky little flame’
when I should have been
detailing how acutely mystifying
her presence was,
still is,
than let naive pride burn
holes in my chest
like cigarettes
leaving unsaid the
effortless, intoxicating
style, a voice pitched high and soft
a gaze held steady and sharp
a giggle divine
a joke beyond
a farewell untold.