The Things We Never Say

Small syllables,
like drops

that fall unbidden
in conversation.

Important? Who can say?

Who marks their passage
or notes the worth

of a  single word,
or phrase,

that one spoken statement
of praise,
or  acknowledgement
of fact,

that would  turn one’s steps
a brighter way.


That hollow space
fills with regrets,
with empty threats.

Unspoken still.
A promise unfulfilled






Lightcudder 12.12.09

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