What's left unsaid

My sweet song
In a language I don’t understand
Familiar shades of sadness
In the baritone I’ve yet to forget
Hesitation of uncertainty
Laced with old promises and regret

My sweet song
The gentle murmur of your voice
Faded memories fall around me
Furtive whispers in the night
Warm breath against the ear
In your words I did delight

My sweet song
More a reflection of you than me
Hidden in every inflection
Meaning held within their confine
It seems so often we fail to see
The ones we try to define

My sweet song
The meaning I may never know
Poignant and distant
Even when you are so near
Growing spaces lie between us
Yet your voice, I hear

My sweet song
In a language you may not understand
Though now there are no words
It’s only silences that you find
There’s so much left unsaid
And I hope you read between the lines