What He Wasn't Told

He wanted to share his feelings,
As an offering to her
like no other he'd given before.

And so he did . . .

Of all the words spoken
he wished he could take those back,
because his worries weren't important
and the fallout wasn't worth it.

So here he sits,
pen in hand . . .

There's no better muse
than sorrow to spill
ink across a page
that otherwise
would be blank.