(When you carry something nobody ever said)
You picked it up years ago.
A word
that never happened.
It was lying
on a school step,
between a shadow
and a patch of silence.
You didn't know
who it belonged to.
You only knew
you couldn't leave it there.
So you've carried it ever since.
In your pockets.
In your waiting.
In the way you walk.
It never rattles.
Never asks to be spoken.
It only reminds you:
something important
was forgotten here.
*
You still wait for it.
Though you no longer know
what it was.
Maybe:
"I'm sorry."
Maybe:
"Help."
Maybe only:
"I'm here."
*
Or perhaps
it was
"I love you."
The smallest thing.
The hardest thing.
The first thing.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
(When you carry something nobody ever said)
You picked it up years ago.
A word
that never happened.
It was lying
on a school step,
between a shadow
and a patch of silence.
You didn't know
who it belonged to.
You only knew
you couldn't leave it there.
So you've carried it ever since.
In your pockets.
In your waiting.
In the way you walk.
It never rattles.
Never asks to be spoken.
It only reminds you:
something important
was forgotten here.
*
You still wait for it.
Though you no longer know
what it was.
Maybe:
"I'm sorry."
Maybe:
"Help."
Maybe only:
"I'm here."
*
Or perhaps
it was
"I love you."
The smallest thing.
The hardest thing.
The first thing.
From : Tales from the Other Side of the Pillow (for kids and grownups where kids live)
Third door: The Breath Before Speaking
(all that was left unsaid)
