The Weight of a Whisper

The words cling like dew to the edge of my tongue,

Too heavy to speak, too light to be flung.

I gather them close in the cage of my chest,

Where maybe and never lie down with what's left.

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I carve them in air with the point of a sigh,

They shimmer like ghosts, then they fade and they die.

You ask why I'm quiet—I just shake my head,

While volumes of silence scream all that's unsaid.

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Between every word lives a world we don't tell,

A story that swells like a tide in a shell.

The weight of a whisper can bend the whole sky,

Yet floats like a feather when you say goodbye.

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So I'll bury them deep where the echoes won't reach,

These sweet written letters in delicate speech.

But know when I'm silent, it's not that I'm weak—

Some fires burn brightest when never they speak.