Learning to talk

[litlover]

Have I loneliness
This shiny day,
Or sorrow, or sadness?
Pity, only pity
For love unsaid
That brimmed on bashful lips,
Dried, and was swallowed
To lie across my heart,
A pain, a blue regret,
Festering in a liability
Of silence.
Cloistered words, walled words
Unspoken,
Unheard,
Unforgotten.

Now, they burst,
Exact, intact, relaxed -
But late. Too late.
They lay too long
Where love rots and falls apart-
On silent lips.