Three Words
Three words from which I have hid,
Within the forest’s thick shadows.
Three words I have seen from the top
Of the tallest lighthouse.
Three words obscured, confounded
Within the Washington rain.
Three words of thanks, of resolve,
Of love,
Three words that I have never felt,
Though I thought I did.
Three words were scribbled in a letter,
A letter never sent.
Three words sit in a box beneath my bed
Gathering soft dust slowly, surely.
Three words on the tip of my pen,
On the point of my tongue.
Three words reflected back in the window
As the rain blocks all oblivion.
Three words:
Can you guess?
Three words:
Do you see?
Three words:
Be with me?
Three words:
Feel the rain?
Three words:
Please remember me.
