Would You Leave A Note? Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

'would you leave a note? '


Would you leave a note,
if the thought came not as thunder
but as a small rearrangement
of the furniture inside your chest—

a shift you almost missed,
the way a room feels different
after someone has opened a window
and walked away.

Would you write anything down,
if the impulse wasn't a flare
but a quiet reckoning—
the kind of list you make
when you're not sure
what belongs to you anymore.

Some people imagine a letter
as a final declaration,
but maybe it's closer
to a misplaced receipt:
a record of something
you once carried,
folded without ceremony,
left in a pocket
you stopped checking.

Or maybe the question itself
is the note—
the way it lingers,
the way it asks
for a witness,
the way it tries
to place a hand
on the moment
before it drifts.

Would you leave a note,
or would you simply
let the air hold it—
the unsaid thing,
the unaddressed thing,
the small, persistent mark
that stays
even when nothing else does.







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