“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of the love is lost.” -Khalil Gibran
Like passing ships in the night, we keep missing each other.
Your presence felt heavily like a gust of wind or a perculation of goosebumps.
We miss out on the little instances of each other’s lives
and the thoughts we would collectively share
the little instances of life muddled up with the big things we post to instagram.
Superficial mirages that portray fake truths.
the funny jokes or experiences we want to tell each other, halted by bitter realities
Our pride gets in the way of reaching out, catching up.
I wonder if seeing the good in you was a bad thing
You see, we are not just made up of one thing– one quality or positive attribute
We are made up of a multitude of tiny little quirks and characteristics, actions and opinions.
These little wonders about you shaped my feelings towards you,
allowed me to disregard the bad in you,
Instead I embraced your good
and let the rest retreat
to the back of my mind.
Hidden behind the everyday urgencies one faces.
What is said and not meant
is often truths that bubble up
and stay deathly silent
Truths that, when spoken out loud
Fracture bones and shatter hearts.
Truths that do not allow for reconciliations
but rather the endings of relationships
Truths that are blinding to the iris and reconcilable to the soul.
What is meant and not said hinders all.