Unspoken

She often wore black suit

Glasses slipping down her nose

Jokes falling flat

yet landing soft upon the floor

Pen stitching poems of heartbreak

left pressed between pages

Those silly fragments of someone

In my diary, I keep

She moved

across oceans

with a dog, a brush 

new job, a family

a place to hang her days

The feelings were in the shadows

Of the closet's quiet

Watched years gather

Desires collect dust in sunlit corners

Then, one day 

a question asked 

which was barely spoken

and I

with hand full of years

offered my friend on this,

I did