Monday, December 30, 2013

said / unsaid

I have a friend who whispers when she swears
Like by saying the words softer you can cancel out part of the meaning
Or take away some of its severity.
My father is not a man of many words
For so much of my life, “I love you” was said in action, implied in the way he’d kiss my forehead as I was falling asleep.
Sometimes I wonder if by not saying things you can cancel out their severity
Like how much everybody needs to be loved
And the inherent humanity of that sentiment
And the silence in which we all live it out.

No comments:

Post a Comment