silent

every now and then
she finds them hidden
inside a book, beneath a dish
those words she always meant to say

please come home,
where have you been

collected like dust
wasted and forgotten, left
for her to find when she is all alone

words that catch her breath
and send her reeling
yet have never left her lips
they are the unspoken

hidden
in the carpet, the sheets
they wait, unheard

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s