If Only You Knew – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.” Milan Kundera

If Only You Knew

Our hands grazed over the table cloth,
you took mine,
your smile conspiratorial as you
quietly said "but you understand?)

I nodded, without conviction,
"You're a good listener you know"
I nodded some more
as we sat sipping our lies.

You smiled spring and laughed summer,
minutes were hours and hours were minutes
as we covered the earth and all that is in it,
but none of the words inside.

I wanted then to reclaim your hand,
to have, to hold,
to steal a kiss,
all the while unravelling.

I wanted to,
I wanted to say how I loved you,
but the words remained glued in my mouth,
O, if only you knew how I wanted to say.




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Note, this is an old poem reworked or revised.