Unsaid, by Dana Gioia

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Unsaid

So much of what we live goes on inside—
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

by Dana Gioia

Comments

[ampersandals.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[teithiwr.livejournal.com]

That's so true.

[isis-hid.livejournal.com]

I like this very much. Adding to my memories (:

[thefivehole.livejournal.com]

i needed this.

[writtenbyhand.livejournal.com]

I love this.

[porridgebird.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this.

[tea-drinker77.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. I still have an entire journal full of usent letters written to someone I once fell in love with.