The Unsayable

Oh, yesterday was yesterday
Today feels a bit different
Though the sunrise was in the east
And the newspaper boy was on time
To have let someone have the last word
Is the sweetest thing in the world
Words can do their magic sometimes
And yet how inadequate I feel
To say exactly what I mean
When the only recourse is to words
And when what is to be talked about
Is much, much deeper than love.

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