Road Not Taken

Tell him about the sunsets I wanted to see with him.

Tell him about the sun raises I wanted to wake to with him. Tell him.

Tell him about the craters that make moon blemished but beautiful.

Tell him about my mistakes that made me. Broke me. Took me.

Tell him all.

Tell him about my beauty, maybe a little more than there was for I’ll be listening in.

Tell him more for I’ll be keeping score.

Tell him about the landscapes I drew for us.

For I wanted to spend them with him.

Tell him the shadows I caught for him to sleep tight.

Tell him the about the kiss I’d plant on his forehead when he’d sleep a minute longer. 

Tell him the times I mouthed my love to him when he looked away.

Tell him the times went on my knee asking him to be mine and when he noticed it,

How I called it a play. 

Tell him the tales I wanted to about my clan.

Tell him the days I spent treating his words like Quran. 

Tell him how his silence made my heart skip a beat

And tell him how his smile made my anger obsolete.

Tell him everything.

Tell him.