move like wildfire

its almost the end of the month
and there is so much
i haven't said:

like that these days move
like wildfire
and that your voice
on the other end of the phone
no longer makes me
shiver with sadness.

mostly i regret
that i did not write them down,
those unsaid things
that i
discovered at 2:03pm
on a winter afternoon lit
with silver.