Of what not said

And when all is said and done, what is not left

You pack your bags, close the chapter and take up a pace;

Brisk walk, run, sashay or pretend to fly

It all comes down, one day;

Like everything else

All comes down to what’s left

Of what not said.

Words guilty, of not being spoken

Disguised truths, change of direction

Heart, head, mind and lungs

Blood, skin, fat and cells

Mere cover ups, pile on pile

Burns down to bits with regret

Of what not said.

Monologues with empty purposes

A body without a soul

Forgone chances, never returned

Outweighing words, sore throats

Burnt tongue, sealed lips

What can they probably speak?

Oh! Of what not said