I Cannot Speak

I Cannot Speak

I cannot sadly
sing a song
to make a lover cry
as I have cried
at a sad song.
I cannot write
the tearful poem
that I would like to write.
I cannot reach
the hearts of those
that have a heart
that can be touched
and unlock all
the good in them
to spill out on
the empty stairs.
I cannot reach
the very few
as I've been reached
by a few more.
I am a klutz
of cloddish lines,
soon to be forgotten,
though I see so well.
I cannot speak
the secret words
to pass the veil
and to her heart,
and to her wish,
for she is not there.