A gimmick poem where the idea is that this is a parenthetical idea to the moment that is just happening, the between the lines. I never told this person what I felt, even though I told her I loved her. It was always way more complicated than that (this being the same person as "Hope, She Said".
(did
the whisper of the words between the words
alight featherdust light upon your ears
as I spoke my bit,
or should I take your face frozen in such
expression to mean
that the things said
were all that were said
even though said
was a whole lot more said--
assuming I did not just watch you
pour away
out the dark doorwary
into the hallway
and fade into light screams
like moments holding breath
against tears and everything
while my mouth was trapped shut
gaping
with long unspoken parentheses?)