All this unspent love

this is about someone special i lost and still look for in every shadow

all this unspent love 

I heard someone say once,

that grief is love left unspent,

and perhaps that is why,

my heart still whispers your name.

It hums in the quiet chambers of my heart,

slowly igniting the fire beneath my ribs,

burning quietly, endlessly,

a light no one else can see.

A light that spills into empty rooms,

in the shadows your silhouette still haunts,

on the sofa where your dent still lies,

I keep looking for places to put it,

in poems unfinished,

in letters unsent,

in songs i cant finish

in the silence that answers back.

If this is the cost of having loved you,

then let me pay it in full,
let every tear be a penny

for the memory of you.

Author's Note

I'd really like any feedback whatsoever