"Not Talked About"

@Uootem

recite the lines in this poem
                              but miss not the meaning
                                            that lies between in unwritten word
                  for there lies the mystery... the truth
                                          that which cannot be perfected in mere verse
                              can you read them... in-between?

look into these eyes like you once did
                            but miss not the meaning
                                            that lies underneath their casual glance
                  for there lies the mystery... the truth
                                        that which cannot be brought to light in them
                              is it obscure to you now?

listen to my words... like "how ya been?..."
                              but miss not the meaning
                                            that lies in the inflections of friendly banter
                  for therein lies the mystery... the truth
                                        that which I cannot find the courage to speak
                              for there is so much not talked about... isn't there?

If in our hearts lie the whole of the matter
                              can we mutually find the meaning
                                            that keeps memories alive... and butterflies
                  for therein lies the mystery... the truth
                                        that which we no not a resolute answer
                              ... can once shared love be renewed?

does truth not lie within the memories?
                              these lines go on... but their meaning is not talked about
                                            do you see the reflections of love that remain in my view?
                  is there hope in tomorrow... not talked about?
                                          what finds residence in your heart?
                              futile hopes?... or fulfillment?

could I but write a poem... its meaning clear
                              a verse that would mystify for lifetimes,
                                            that would beautify and satisfy my thoughts
                    and take the place of emptiness that survives,
                                          with such fanciful high hopes and dreams
                              for every future event to come with fulfillment.

could I but write a poem... its meaning clear
                              should our lost love be mirrored in what I write,
                                          then I could put this pen down... pack away the pages
                  love again the day and night... walk with you again
                                          and find the words to say... renew the love we shared
                              feel those missed emotions in a way I could not write.