Left Unsaid

The zephyr caressed his beloved.

Brushed against her tender virescent curls.

The evergreen crimsoned, swaying.

An intricate melody played.

Fireflies twirled.

Heart synced to the rhythm.

Stirred soul.

Scribbled thoughts, inked sheets.

His palm burdened.

Unable to get a grip on the whole.

Envelopes never meant to be sent.

Letters never meant to be read.