The Weight of Unspoken Words

 The Weight of Unspoken Words

Some words live quietly in the chest,
too heavy for the tongue to carry.
They sit behind the ribs,
waiting for a moment that never comes.

A thousand sentences form in silence—
apologies, confessions, small truths
that tremble at the edge of breath
and then fall back into the dark.

Eyes speak what lips refuse.
In the pause between two heartbeats
whole conversations pass unseen,
like shadows crossing a wall.

Time moves on, careless and steady,
but the words remain—
pressed into memory
like footprints that rain cannot wash away.

                                                                 - Sangeeta 

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