Unsaid

I tend to stumble and

fall over my words,

you know.

I was in a field of 

clover and wished 

you were there.

I wandered

all over the meadow south of town. 

You know the one I mean.

I went into the 

dell over by Route 131. 

You know where that is.

I saw

foxgloves there. 

You always thought they were beautiful.

I

will overthink
things quite often. 

You know how I am.

I 

spill over with words that fall short. 

You know it, I think.

I know.  I know.

I can read between lines.

I can read between words.

I can read between letters.

I know.

xo - Jeff Barnes