The Uninhabitable Spaces Between Us

Is this a ritual, an addiction or habit?

Seeing you, meeting you and chatting away….

Getting newsy tidbits, with political analysis

What really mattered, was the words you did not say.

You sure talk faster than I do

But the pauses gave you away.

 

Words are spontaneous, silence premeditated.

You made a conscious choice in that moment

To share, to care, but guard your inner self

To hold your regard for others, but not sway.

 

Is this my second nature, or just habit?

Of reading between the lines

Letting you visualize your words

The impact that you analyse and weigh.

Going off at a tangent myself, to face my fears

Listening to your silence, and then, smiling away.

 

A moment is but a speck in time

Just an idle thought

Or a glance packed with punch?

Was it long enough for thoughts to crunch?

 

Time is not linear

But chooses its direction

The imprints left on thoughts

Shape all future action.

What really mattered, was the words you did not say

And the pauses gave you away.

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