I promised myself I wouldn’t write
I just can’t help it
Afraid
What if I said the wrong thing?
I quickly say it’s not what I meant
Wishing I could put in words
What my heart desperately wants to say
There’s this stillness of you
I can’t shake off
But we can’t say those words
I can’t go back
Can’t keep wishing anymore
What can’t possibly happen
I’m trying to stop calling for you
With my heavy sighs and windy heartbeats
I promised myself I wouldn’t write
Another poem to the pile
What if you don’t read this one?
Just another poem anxiety had stolen
But here I am
Hopelessly writing for you
Praying you’d hear the delight
In quiet smiles I have during the day
The ones I keep for you
The day you need them
Dream
This could apply universally to anyone or thing hoped for. Nice versification.