When words fail....

something I meant to say....
All those many times ago, when things still mattered,
I stood lost for words, in a battle I wasn't prepared to fight
Your anger like a force of nature robbed me of thought
and left me stranded on an alien shore without any hope
of rescue or relief, tossed aside with yesterday's newspaper.
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When we first began our story, there wasn't time enough
for all the words of love we wanted so desperately to say
for the feelings that threatened like a summer storm
to burst forth from us, drenching us in a furious downpour
washing us away in a stream of turbulent emotions.
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Like all great loves, tomorrow was a destination never arrived ,
instead, only todays and tonights never lasting, always
long enough to satisfy the headlong plunge into reckless
abandon, laughing at the danger, screaming with joy,
making each day into our personal voyage of discovery.
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But times pass by so quickly, day following day in endless
succession, until they accumulate into years and years
into decades, the small and not so small injuries festering
until they become open wounds, eating away at the heart
and leaving only a shell where once stood a towering passion.
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Memories, like photographs in an album, pasted in place
to remind us of better times, of laughter and love and hope,
a now-forgotten memorial to possibilities only dreamt of
and hopes now dashed on the rocky reality we so tried to avoid,
a foolish attempt, made by love's fools everywhere, everywhen.
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In later days, we will attempt to recall where the road divided,
taking me one way and you another, vainly looking for answers
to explain the aching void that cannot be filled, that will not
leave us peace or comfort, when in the middle of the dark night,
we ask ourselves why and what could we have said different?
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All those many times ago, when love still mattered,
I stood lost for words, in a battle I had no heart for.
Your anger like a force of nature kept silent my voice,
caught between what was and what would never be again,
I knew at last it was only something I meant to say.