Words Unshared

Beneath the bed, an envelope lies,

Ink from a past, where memory cries.

Confessions sealed tight, a heartbeat of hope,

Each word filled with longing, yet silent as smoke.

Pages untouched, their secrets unsaid,

Yearning like ghosts, haunting the thread.

The faint smell of ink, a reminder of weight,

Of moments unspoken, of love left to fate.