The Thoughts I Never Finish

They start like sparks behind my eyes,

Then drift like smoke across the skies

A sentence formed, but left half said,

A dream that tumbles back to bed

I try to hold them, line by line,

But they slip like sand through fragile time

A “what if” here, a “maybe” there,

Then silence settles in the air

They visit me at 2 a.m.,

Not loud, just soft — a secret hem

Of memory, regret, or grace,

But vanish when I try to trace

A voice I hear but never know,

A door I close before I go

So many truths that never land,

Left scribbled in a shaking hand

And still they live inside my chest,

Unspoken words that never rest

The thoughts I never dare to write,

But carry through each sleepless night

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