A Mouth Full Of Quiet Poem by Irfan Habeeb A M K

It's curious..
how long
I could carry a silence,
as if it belonged to me.

Only to empty
years of it
into someone
I thought I knew.

All that silence..
for what?

Maybe I believed
intention
could survive the telling.

But people
rarely carry
the intention.

They carry
the impact.

And once
my words
leave me,

they are
no longer mine.

So I keep
holding
pieces of myself
a little longer.

Until,
one quiet day,

I realize..
not every listener
keeps
what was meant.