The Unspoken Truth
A poem.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but actually
It’s what isn’t said that
Is the most poignant.
The unspoken tells us what shouldn’t dare be uttered aloud.
You can gather so many context clues
from
The way two people gaze at each other
from
Across the room.
The way they blush when their eyes meet.
The way those eyes frantically dart
Across the room
Like pinballs as they try to
pretend
They weren’t looking at
Each other.
You can also learn so much from
The way he never
Responds to your texts.
The way he walks
Past you like you’re
Invisible.
The way you two have
Become total strangers.
Again.
A montage plays in my mind.
I ransack my brain in search of
Hints or cues that showed his lack of interest
in me.
But I can’t find any.
The unspoken says the opposite.
His fixed gaze on me says otherwise.
The way I didn’t want to let go
Of his hand after we shook each other’s
Tells me something else.
The way it feels like we’re
Automatically in sync every time
We’re near each other
Doesn’t tell me what I want need to hear.
What I need to hear to let him go.
Maybe I’ll never hear it.
Maybe it is up to me to repeat it to myself
Until I believe it.
I’ll practice it now,
He doesn’t want me
He doesn’t want me
He doesn’t want me
He doesn’t want me