Love Never Sent

There’s a space inside me,
That is full of doubt and regret.
These are in boxes from long ago,
Full of love never sent.

Reflections are cloudy,
With the passage of time.
Gentle ripples of words that float,
Across my mind,
Of love never sent.

It doesn’t consume me,
Like some nuclear fire.
Or cling like some emotional napalm,
But the words do linger about,
Of love never sent.