I wish I had sung to you
when your head rested between my bare breasts
and your tears graced my skin
that I had been brave enough to sing
you something sad and beautiful
that would have told you a story of healing.
I wish a melody could have told you
things that can’t be written.
Maybe a low humming
would have done the trick
just flowing enough that your ear
would catch the resonance
from my thoracic cavity
and keep you
I wish I had sung.