/ˌənəˈkwivək(ə)lē/

Twist by Richard Reeve

Sometimes you have to sound things out.

Unspoken,

longing clogs the drain.

Unspoken,

sentimentum runs out of speed.

Unspoken,

tender embers cool and fade.

Withholding, simply put,

a breach of contract.

Sometimes you have to sound things out.

I love you,

unequivocally.

22 thoughts on “/ˌənəˈkwivək(ə)lē/

  1. I love this! In my world and family direct communication doesn’t happen much. It is so unfortunate when there is so much love to be shared. I really appreciate when a poem is short and coveys deep thought. Yours did this for me today.

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