Day Thirty: Undated Sketchbook Poem

Couldn't find anything for January 30 through the years so here's an undated poem which was definitely ripped out of a sketchbook at some point.  

It means

Everything

To me

When you look 

At me

With that expression

Words

Could never touch

That look

Which means so much

Without you

Having to say anything

Yet I 

Shy away

From interpreting too much

As much

As I 

Try to tell you

With my touch

My fingers

Play upon your torso

They tell you

How I'm so glad

I found you 

Or you found me

Whichever

It just feels

Meant to be

And I cherish

Every moment

And do my best

To show it

My appreciation 

Knows no bounds

Though to you

Maybe my words

Sound

Tired

And used

And insincere

But if ever

A word

Had power

And truth

And honesty

I'd give it all

To these next few words:

I'd be so different

If I'd never met you

I'd be worse off

Without you in my life

I don't know how to say things

Often when I'm near you

But I tell you everything

Even though I fear you

Will up and walk away someday

Leaving me with words to say

And no one to say them to