For Your Eyes Only (In verse)

I have no words to say,
let alone write.
That deep expression
lies buried somewhere beneath
all this confusion and chaos.

Dear,
And no further.
Fullstops in place of commas,
unsaid words in a pregnant pause,
creating a void,
so full of emptiness,
Distressing, Frustrating.

More to come, that's waiting in the wings,
more beyond the "How are yous"
Something yearning to be said
but lost in this melee
of unimportant, unnecessary words.

Awkward pauses, raising question marks and
eyebrows
Then exclamations and more fullstops.
Before everything boils down to
the final, hypocritical "yours truly"

What else about writing this letter?
Pleasantaries, exaggerated expressions,
etceteras and so-ons,
that block out the true emotions from surfacing
and it goes unsaid.
Ignored, yet again?

"Yours Truly..."
Is it all over now?
Unsaid remain those ever crucial words...
I wonder if this effort was worthwhile,
This letter-writing fiasco,
this failure of expression.
Now its all but over,
right down to the last fullstop.
But-
I feel the need for an afterthought,
The need for that final grab at freedom,
And so:
"P.S. Goodbye";
Because the best always comes last.