Updated: Aug 23, 2021
We very often look for implicit meaning in words
In what’s said and outwardly expressed
But sometimes the meaning lies in what’s left unsaid.
Words can indeed cut like a knife
But sometimes the pain is not in what’s included
But rather in what’s left omitted.
Not in the noise, but rather in the silence.
Not in the directness, but rather in the hesitation
In that awkward pause
That fleeting moment of emptiness, that’s left unfilled
In that little window of opportunity, left untaken.
And sometimes the words just don’t add up