Unwritten
You are
the pauses
where I stop to think
the commas
the page breaks
the times when I forget
what I was saying
even as
you are
what I was saying
even as
I fill pages
you are the spaces
between words
the things
I will not say
listen
to my hands on the keys
and know
when they fall
still and quiet
my silence is you
~HC
(original 2007, revised March 2021)
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