The Word I Never Spoke

The word I never spoke still waits for me,

it lingers heavy where the silence grows.

The branches tremble with its memory.

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Your shadow passes underneath the tree,

your voice dissolves where only twilight knows.

The word I never spoke still waits for me.

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The river bears it to the endless sea,

its current chants the grief the water sows.

The branches tremble with its memory.

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The dusk returns where dawn refused to be,

the wind recites what only absence shows.

The word I never spoke still waits for me.

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I walk in fields that echo endlessly,

the soil recalls, the root of sorrow knows.

The branches tremble with its memory.

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So every night I kneel where none can see,

and gather silence from the earth below.

The word I never spoke still waits for me,

the branches tremble with its memory.