Hart
you left so much unsaid
bits of thought unfinished
as if when you threw
yourself to the sea you
threw your pages out ahead
and dove down through glittering
confetti white jewels your last
thoughts on fire while you
cooled in dark depths
did you clutch at them
gasping and grasping in those
last seconds the last words
you might have given, though
unrequited, to the one you
loved and to the ones who loved
you or did they only weigh you
down, those unspoken words?
bright pages float on the surface like
placid birds sleeping on the waves
ink seeps into the salt while below
you watch your words, unspoken, swim
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