I didn’t but say a few simple words.
These were words private to us.
Only our ears would hear them.
Only our ears mattered in the room.
What I had to say didn’t ring true for the others.
The meaning didn’t belong to them.
The meaning could only be felt by a few.
I bent over all the beauty that exists.
There are tons of sounds to hear.
There are millions of elements to taste.
I can’t believe there isn’t an island for those who wait.
I won’t underestimate the comparison of opposites.
These hands hold weight beyond any spoon, cup, or bowl.
I could’ve and should’ve said more.