“Unlived moments and unspoken words make for good bedfellows.”
I was talking with a friend of mine, we were once close but life and father time had separated us like a letter and a letter writer. We were discussing all the moments when we should have spoken up, spoken up and told someone how we felt. The conversation went something like this . . . .
“I have a treasury of unspoken words. I have the words in nice, little neat folders, labeled by name and crossed referenced by events in my life. I recall these words every time I think of someone who made a difference in my life. Sometimes, I recall them when I hear their name, see their face or just close my eyes. I would wager, heavily, that you too have a treasury of unspoken words.” I had to agree. Yes, I have many unspoken words that are slumbering the years away.” And with a smarty pants look slapped upon her face, she stated “I am making withdraws from my personal treasury. I am delivering my unspoken words to the rightful owner. Soon, I hope to check the mailbox and find an overdrawn notice from the treasury of my heart. I hope to locate and deliver to the owner each and every single word, sentence, phrase, emotion and feeling that I have been holding against their will, all these years. Yes, I hope to be notified that I have exhausted all deposits to my treasury. I can only imagine how wonderful I will feel simply reading the phrase, “We regret to inform you that you are overdrawn” or even better “You have a balance of zero words you never spoke”. I better get busy, for I have a lot of words not to speak. I think we should both get busy, my friend, what say you?” I replied with a simple nod of my head, yes.
My friend continued . . . .
”Unspoken words seem to have very sharp edges. They seem to enjoy carving their initials upon the walls of my heart. These unspoken words are a painful reminder of what I should have said. I should have presented these words to whom they belong. I somehow feel the sharp edges are a reminder that my life’s work is incomplete. These words need to be spoken to and presented to another, as one would a gift. For these words are meant for the one soul, the one soul for whom they were felt, meant for and composed especially for. It is unforgivable to hold these words against their will. I should put forth the effort to take them home, home to where they belong. Most of the carvings are simple little phrases like “I love you, too” and “I am sorry”. Simple, tiny sentences that are forever doomed to be my eternal companion. I spell companion in this manner, c-o-m-p-a-i-n-i-o-n. That is what they really are, an eternal pain in my heart. I will need to complete my life’s work, soon, for these words have grown restless and are scheming to revolt against my ignorance of true love’s ways. I can no longer restrain these words here within myself. I will have to set them free, for they truly belong to another. To hold these words against their will would be a travesty of true love’s ways and that I will not do, any longer. All my unspoken words, shall be free. For this I will do.”
I thought to myself . . . .
Oh my, my . . . . she has once again taught me that I need to rethink the very beliefs I knew to be true. Unspoken words, hummmmmm . . . I believe I will sign up with this wise friend of mine and begin my own withdrawals today. I have far too many words that I have foolishly left unspoken. Maybe you too have unspoken words, longing to be heard. I feel as if I am a thief, for I have stolen these memorable moments from my friends and lovers to whom these unspoken words belong. I must try to repay my debt to true love’s ways and give to my friends and lovers all that is rightfully theirs. I don’t want to keep them within myself any longer, for they belong to another and I am guilty of stealing all those lost moments away from them.
How do you plead, my friend? Guilty in the first degree? Yeah, me too.
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Quoted text from Universe of two, book one, by DA Keene 2013
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