Listening To The Silence

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