Syl-la-bles of You

I listened
as my words
were spoken by another
always in song,
but never ours.

I worshipped
the want of you,
embraced each moment
not realizing
that a part of me
was missing
the meaning of you.

It was in your voice
always
but the eyes held me,
captured the blue in me,
softening the past
connecting me to the now,
but never promising
tomorrow.

I wanted to be endorsed
have you underwrite me
pledging that my heart
was no longer
a testing ground,
but was subscribed to
by you.

So I break down
my syllables now...

words
al-ways  play-ing  in my head
each night lips  mov-ing
pray-ing  to make the next day
eas-i-er,
tuck-ing  my  feel-ings
be-tween  the lines
as I close my eyes
to  lov-ing   you
and let my words
sung by  oth-ers
lull me   in-to    yes-ter-day.

M