Poem: Simple

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.

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