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Saying the Unsaid

There are moments unfinished, 
memories left permanently under construction
by the convenience of silence,
because there is nothing more fearful 
than love on the verge of being confessed.

So those moments were gagged, allowed to pass.    

Love prefers to cover its nakedness 
by remaining unheard.    

I owe some people a debt of completion.

Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/25/2018 6:44:00 AM Saying the unsaid is sometimes so terribly difficult, as taking a chance is always a gamble and sometimes the risk does not seem worth the possibility of loss or rejection. I have often thought "I wish I had said..." but more often I am afraid with I had not said...." So I am more careful now. A thinking poem, brought my dendrites to the fray. Merry Christmas! Login to Reply Bernard Chan Date: 12/25/2018 10:40:00 AM I definitely have my share of "I wish I had said"s. Thank you, Caren. Have a wonderful, blessed Christmas!