one of only a handful of rhyming poems I've done.
I am a poem still unwritten,
a song left unsung;
I am a thousand and two smiles left unsmiled
and a million things left undone;
I am loneliness incognito
and blue is my middle name;
I am a snow drift on a cold winter’s night,
in the spring, I am the rain;
I am all the things you wished you’d said
as the moment passed you by;
I am the happiness that eludes you, still,
and I’m the reason why.