I was told that stories require pages filled with dialogue, emotions, and actions,
complete with a beginning, middle, and end.
So, why do a few unspoken words and their unclaimed spaces
occupy an entire chapter in my book?
How is it that the absence of words I have never heard from you has left me shattered and grieving?
Your silence is a heavy cloud, casting a shadow over any joy that arises,
When someone else speaks the exact words, I have longed to hear from you.
I ache for closure,
Wishing you would take back the words you've never said to me
and set me free.