Every time when I open the door and enter the home that is not built for me, I find a note on the table…a note unwritten. A note that reads that I was remembered, that I was missed.
I hear the melody unsung…
A symphony that was never composed….
A verse that no one conceived…
I hear a promise never uttered…
I feel a hand consoling when my throat has a painful lump…
A cry that I never let out..
The rage that never came out…..
A dream that my eyes will never bear….
A secret that will never be told…
A euphoria that I never imagined..
A path which I have never known…
A bird that never flew….
But..
I feel it all..
I see it all..
I know it all…
I love it all...
Is it the note?
Is it the melody?
Is it the verse?
Or
Is it just my foolish faith....
That one such unwritten note does exist......
