Something More

By Barbara Novack
Writer-in-Residence, Molloy College

something
and I want to tell you
something
there are words I know . . .
so many . . .
that I could say,
that could describe,
declare
disclose
it
but I wonder
something
this thought I'm afraid to think
I wonder under the words I don't say,
if
you think them too
and fear as I
that if you don't say
and I don't say
it will turn, as unsaid words do
and go away,
but
when you look at me
and I look at you
when looking becomes
less you, less me
more we
so many words become
unnecessary to say
because all the
yesses of the world
have come out to play  

Happy Valentine's Day