I wanted to tell you.

A year goes by and still

I have not told you.

As I watch you with another

all I think about is how I want to tell you.

Two years pass and still I have not  told you.

As I watch another kneel down and you scream with joy,

all I can think about is how much I want  to tell you. 

As you march down the long aisle in a pure white dress

you smile at me as you pass by and I smile back while

 thinking how much I want to tell you.

As your body is lowered to the earth below and another

 weeps next to your lifeless body,

all i can think about is how much i should have told you.

As a pastor reads from a page from your childhood

journal i weep in sorrow as i think how much i wish i

could have told you.

As the pastor reads,

" All I think about is how much I want to tell him.

Should I tell him now, should i let him know how i truly feel?"

As the pastor finishes,

my heart weeps uncontrollably and my soul is shocked

with a wave of pain beyond pain and all I can think about is one simple thing :

how much I wanted to let you know how much I loved and cared about you