The Many Crowded Places

Overcast days and moon bright nights
the way I feel, toward the reminders
that seem as many crowded places,
unable,
to speak what I want you to hear,

my heart telling secrets that only you know,

this place of unspoken whispers becomes
our separation, we watch the boat come
in, this is it, but we do not get aboard,
hesitating,
a life passes by in the many
crowded places