Unsaid

Outside the DOM, the wind seemed to find her first—

lifting her hair, brushing across her face,

stirring something quieter beneath the surface.

 

People moved behind her in their ordinary rush,

but she carried a stillness they didn’t notice,

a kind of unguarded pause that felt almost out of place

in the hum of the afternoon.

 

For a moment, she looked as though she were listening

to a thought she hadn’t spoken yet—

one of those fleeting truths that arrive only in passing

and leave before we can name them.

 

A single second on a busy street,

held together by the simple weight

of what remains unsaid.

Done