The Things We Cannot Say

There are things The heart carries that words.

Cannot always reach.

Too deep for language.

Too vast to explain.

The quiet ache of missing someone.

While they are still standing in front of you.

Sometimes we smile while carrying sorrow.

Sometimes we say I'm fine.

Because we do not know where to begin unraveling the truth.

Sometimes.

The body speaks first.

Through heaviness,

Through exhaustion.

Through the breath catching suddenly in the middle of an ordinary day.

There are conversations we rehearse silently for years.

Things we wish we had said.

Things we needed to hear.

Apologies that never arrive.

Feelings that remained living quietly beneath the surface.

And yet,

Even inside silence,

Something in us is always reaching.

Wanting to be understood.

Wanting to be met without needing to explain every wound completely.

Perhaps this is why music moves us so deeply.

Why certain words bring tears without warning.

Why another person saying me too can loosen something.

We have carried alone for far too long.

Perhaps not everything needs to become language to be real.

Perhaps some things are simply meant to be felt.

Held gently.

Carried softly between human beings trying to find one another.

Through all the distance,

All the longing.

All the things we never fully learned how to say aloud.

And maybe that is enough sometimes.

To know another person.

Felt it too.

Beside her soul besides soul.

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