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The Unsaid

I heard him call out my name,
It was the invite to join him in the search
Of the lone parable devoid of title and form;
We knew it had no beginning.

We wanted it to begin with us,
The battle-hardened survivors 
Of numerous yesteryears who had
Lost their todays in the briefest blinks of the now-moments.

Even though there was no light to guide
Committed we were and took the first step                                                                                                                                                                                    
And soon found ourselves
Walking on the path where there was no one else.

We did not tease each other,
In the surrounding darkness
We could not see the other,
We only felt each other’s presence.

Not a single word passed between us,
The silence was deep and seemed unkind,
There was no threat,
No rustle or ruffle. 

Suddenly the firm ground beneath our feet slipped,
We were afloat,
The two extremes jostling for space
In space.

That we did not drift apart,
Taking the cue from the surrounding silence and darkness
We wrote the beginning of our wordless tale; 
We chose the words and the moment.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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