Between Words

There’s always a pause,
a space between what’s said and what’s meant.
I sit here, pen in hand,
knowing the ink will carry weight,
but not knowing if it will reach
in the way I intend.

It’s not the words,
but the spaces in between
that say the most.
In the quiet of writing,
I find the thoughts I never knew I had.

Not everything needs to be filled.
Some things are better left open,
like a half-written piece,
waiting to be finished
but perfectly whole in its incompleteness.

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