The words we never spoke,

The feelings we never showed,

Slip into silver mist.

Dissipate,

Unseen,

Unexpressed to those with whom we had intention. 

Silent stories

Untold,

Legends kept like treasures locked inside this timber box.

No map

No X marking this spot.

Invisible ink,

Always on the brink,

Blank page now turned. 

Goodbye to these silver ghosts 

The words that never spoke,

Slip silently away. 

Destiny had a different way. 

All the things I never said.

Have you ever regretted things you never said then it was too late? 

A loved one now passed on,

A friend long gone,

Like appreciating spring when her flowers had wilted and died. 

There was so much I wanted to say to my loved ones,

Fortunately I was honest and had that opportunity, 

Unspoken words got relayed in dreams instead. 

Imagined scenarios.

Maybe unspoken words get delivered in other ways when we are too afraid to speak them.

Conversations with a ghost.