I am a person of endless words.

Yet the most important go unspoken.

In my library of soft phrases,

My garden of carefully chosen sentences,

And my hoard of sayings and facts.

4 words go unspoken.

They hang like ripe fruit on the tip of my tongue.

Always ready to say. And always true.

I try so hard to keep them from slipping out.

They bite so ferociously at the corners of my mouth.

They know they need to be said.

“I want to sob” 

I deny them their place in my trove of words.

Lock them in their cage

And throw away the key.

I yearn to let them fall from my mouth 

As I lay in your arms.

“I need to sob”

And I yearn for you to tell me it's safe

And say

“Then sob. And I will be here.”.