Song in the Drawer of the Opera House Café,
Bar Harbor, ME,
Welcome to the Home
For Unsaid I Love Yous.
Pull up a chair;
You’re welcome here.
Tell us your tale—
We’ve all come
For some
Sad reason –
Always the same,
But always different,
Isn’t it? We understand;
We’ve seen it all.
Welcome to the Home
For Unsaid I Love Yous.
This gang here
Hangs with fear:
Commitment-phobes,
Unrequited Dread.
And those hooded robes
Hide the bashful ones –
Tender Years and Stonecold Bed.
Welcome to the Home
For Unsaid I Love Yous.
Past the kitchen
Is the pity pot.
My favorite spot
At least a lot.
Of days
Is this cozy chair
Where I tell myself
At least I’m not
Hurting him.
And the adoption room’s full
Of happy lies.
Take some home
And foster them awhile.
Welcome to the Home
For Unsaid I Love Yous.
Some of us have been here
A few times before
We stay
‘til we’re ready
To make our way again
Through back alleys
Of Regret and Pain
In the Village of
What Might Have Been.
Welcome to the Home
For Unsaid I Love Yous.
(For Dave, August, 2004)