There is space
between what I feel
and what I say-
a silent field
where words wait,
unspoken.

Not every truth
finds its voice.
Some stay behind the lips,
folded like letters
never sent.

You look at me,
and I almost answer-
but the moment passes,
and the page
remains white.

Sometimes,
the deepest parts of us
live in the lines
we never write.