So much to say but no words

So much to say.
But how can anything be said,
without words?
They're missing from that day,
when you crossed my way.
They're lost in the flood,
the stream swallows.
So much have to be said.
Just speak out loud,
the truth, the reality and the feeling,
of the lost days.
But how is it possible,
for tramps, like us, to speak from the heart?