Have you ever stopped to think
What happen to the things we do not say
The thoughts that we brush away
The words that flitter across our minds
Do they dissolve into the air
Brought away by the wind
Before gently easing into the thoughts of others
Isn’t it comforting
To imagine
That somehow, somewhere, at the right moment
The right people will hear exactly what we wanted to say
Even if the words never left our lips
Thoughts swarming in my head.
Sometimes I wish words could capture what I want to say.
Before they all fade away.