Better Left Unsaid

Because they could all very well land on deaf ears.

All of these words, still stuck inside of me. For the love of g.o.d.

Because I don't know what is me and what is him, and hindsight is miles ahead of me, still.

And because my thoughts and feelings are precious, lovely things that warrant respect from me.

All of these things should remain unsaid, left in a state of grace.

I should take them off the subway, one by one, and hang them from the branches of trees, where they can get aired out in soft wind while the blossoms begin to emerge.

That, if anywhere, is where my words belong - in the church of trees.