If you could simply reach out and touch
all the words left unsaid
I’d implore you to gather them up as secret treasures.
Take them home and sort them out.
If you do, I imagine you’d find the meaning of life splayed out neatly and concretely on your floor.
Among the words we never say, each of them carrying more weight than the fragments fumbling from our mouths, there’s profound beauty.
There’s also caution, fury, love, fear, tenderness—it’s all there.
The next time your body gives you its telltale signal of knowing far beyond what your mind can comprehend, that’s where you’ll find them
hanging like grapes on a vine.
Pay attention
gather them up
all the words left unsaid.
Pour over them.
Rearrange until all the pieces fit.
Then, and only then, will you come close to the secret of what it means to truly see another person.