I thought of calling you up today,
But had no idea what I would say.
I can't tell you of the tears I've cried,
Or how since you've gone my heart has died.
I can't speak to you of all the times
The thought of you has come to mind.
I can't mention all the hollow smiles
I've forced to stay in place this while.
I can't tell you of the pain I bear,
This cross I must take everywhere.
I can't tell you what I want to say,
So I just couldn't call you up today.
...an honest poem. Still some things must be said;
I would advise the persona in the poem to call if
only to get this burden off the mind and chest.
Keep writing - Keep the faith.