It Goes Unheard Poem by Patti Masterman

It Goes Unheard



It goes unheard
Just a spindle of word
A hiss in the blood;
Love, undeterred
It goes like air
The least fettered way
And loiters behind
All that you say
It's what's left unsaid
That's heard, most of all
The high pitched silence;
A heart's secret call.

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