He said it in such a way that it could have been
Left where he set it in the conversation.
The words were natural, uncontrived, unforeseen,
Yet their weight hung on the heart,
A mind set in motion
In the moment, with nothing to explain what it means.
Nothing but actions.
Now that is something.
Actions.
Actions stand a chance.
The things we do that make a difference,
Those matter.
Sometimes, most of the time,
Actions help or hurt
Actions tell the world what is important
To you.
To me.
He said a lot, then said very little.
He left me standing
Holding the bag
His bag of baggage
Only to hurt me
With silence.
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