I've been going through a lot of old bits and pieces and found this. I can even remember where I was when I wrote this. Sometimes, I wish I could forget a few things, but I know I never will.

Limitations

Sometimes I just can’t get it out

And there it lies

Unsaid words with

Unmeant meanings

The unvoiced voices

In simple silence

Speaking still

The unspent coin gathers dust

Leaping limbs to crashing boughs

Fingers fumble

Tying knots

The package

Wrapped in paper

Brown and plain

The unthought thoughts

Of yesterday

The forgotten memory flashes forth like

Dazzling diamonds

Shining hard

But only snow

That melts with

Warmth and tender touch

To fall forgotten

The season turns and lives again