words have a mind of their own

the words i never got to say to you are now

bottled up in a jar that sits on my shelf

dust doesn't have the chance to build up on the glass

because with each day that passes

i pick it up and open the lid, speaking into it

the things i don't have the strength to tell you when

i run into you downtown

but i'm afraid one day it's going to be so full

that it will shatter and they'll betray me

i won't be able to stop the words from fleeing

around the room and escaping through my windows

they'll race through the streets, familiar of every

turn and stoplight that it takes to get to your house

and they'll reveal themselves to you, all at once