TO SAY THE LEAST

 TO SAY THE LEAST

Uneasy, almost, that we should meet again—
A shadow of doubt in the flicker of light,
Where old echoes stir in the hollow of memory,
And the heart hesitates on the threshold of night. Impatient for this rattling ride to end,
The wheels grinding secrets into the track,
Each jolt a reminder of paths left untaken,
Of words unspoken, now pulling us back. For these are the things we might have talked about—
The quiet storms that shaped our separate skies,
The laughter that faded, the dreams turned to dust,
The questions that linger in unspoken goodbyes. And signs we might have shared in common once,
A glance, a gesture, a star in the dark,
The threads of connection now frayed and thin,
Woven loosely, unraveling arc by arc. Whoever we both knew there has moved away,
Like ghosts departing a forgotten hall,
Their voices dissolved in the wind's weary sigh,
Leaving silence to claim what was ours, after all. Yet here we sit, in this carriage of fate,
Bound by the motion, the rhythm, the hum,
Uneasy companions on destiny's line,
Wondering if reunion is curse or sweet sum. The stations blur past in a haze of regret,
Each one a chapter we failed to complete,
But perhaps in the ending, a spark may ignite,
Turning unease to warmth in the glow of defeat. For time has its way of softening the edges,
Of bridging the gaps where the old wounds lay,
And though impatience claws at the door of our souls,
We meet once more, in the light of today.