There are no things best left unsaid

There are so many things I think I feel,
but when I think about them,
I mean, really think about them,

I realise they're not the complete emotions
that wash over me so quickly,

and so often,

that they go by in a jiffy.

You can try to re-enact the moments,
or rephrase the thoughts,

but there is no chance of reclaiming them.

Nostalgia is bunk,

because there are no things best left unsaid.

And so, I say that I love you with every ounce of everything that I am with every beat of my heart with every breath I take with every song lyric that comes to my head with every funny television commercial I watch with every scent of rain I feel with every sneeze every cough every hiccup every everything.

Happy Birthday Baby.