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Unspoken
I broke a promise today.
Hid myself in the folds of the room,
corners that don’t echo your name.
Secrets settled in the walls—
old love, still breathing beside me.
Nothing cuts deeper
than hearing you name
what you want from me—
like I’m clay you keep
trying to soften.
And nothing feels smaller
than the shape of a hand
held out
begging.
This…
Right here…
Isn’t.
Thoughts unsaid
are just actions
undone.
Copyright ©
Sarah Moncada
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