Your silhouette
marks the place before me,
standing alongside
echoes of my unsaid words —
I feel their pulse,
the wind of every letter, consonant and vowel
threatening to overtake me.
Alone they mean nothing,
but together
have the power to stop
and alter the course of time.
Reverberating echoes
of the words that could part from petals
in a flicker of thoughts and fears.
Instead
they are lost
in the echoes of my silence,
dissolving in mist
reverberating —
silence threatening to overtake
the tides of what could have been
because I did not say them.
Not a single sigh.
Not a single whisper,
not even the slightest shadow
of their hidden meaning.
They are still imprisoned inside
beneath the surface.
Your silhouette fades.
Time and possibilities eluded.
The unsaid remains
alone with me.
I love you —
but now their echoes
are swallowed up
in my reverberating silence.
Oct 10th 2024
Photo Credit: Unsplash Karsten Winegeart
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