Unsaid

Some things are best left unsaid.

The secret in an eye,
The comfort of a bed.
The blueness of the sky,
The silence of the dead.

The wind that never blew,
The chimes that sang our song.
The moon and pearls of dew,
The ways that we belong.

Laughter and poignant sighs,
Questions of what and why.
Half-hearted, drab goodbyes,
The reasons that ran dry.

The bonds that never broke,
The paths that never lead
To what our instincts spoke
– Those were best left unsaid.

…Which ones were you referring to?

– September 2016

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