Salma Malik Poet Free verse

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I wrote
then paused,
ball pen hovering—
the words too bare.

They sat
on yellow sheets,
unsealed and unsent
in little brown envelopes.

A line
meant for truth,
one for letting go,
another for quiet peace.

I wrote
“I miss you,”
maybe even “I love you,”
then crossed half the page.

Sometimes
I read through
the unsaid in my heart,
and almost sent a word.

Your name—
blue, unfading 
crawl the old sheets,
but my voice never came.

What
could have healed
or stayed broken—
I’ll never know to say.

Only that
silence felt safer,
quieter, and maybe better
than something too true.

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Jeanette Swan August 25, 2025 at 5:58 AM This is honest, poignant and sad and beautiful. 'The words too bare'...'unsaid'...I like the layout of your poem with the pattern of lines and line lengths and stanzas, like a series of thought bubbles, ending with a desire for apparent safety in silence that mutes 'something too true'. J :) Salma Malik September 14, 2025 at 10:09 AM Thank you, J. I’m really touched by your words. You caught exactly what I hoped to express—to echo that halting rhythm of letters never sent, that rhythm of pauses and silence holding its own truth.