The Words We Do Not Hear

I thought I heard you say something
But the sound slipped 
	     Through the cracks 
	     Of the sidewalk
 
There is somewhere that they go
The words we do not hear
	     They blaze, leap, fade
	     Into the blind land

Where utterance, 
Frail, soft, unremembered
	     Guards a hardened core
	     Perpetually
 
Toes across the sidewalk
Consider the fullness of its holes
	     Catching everything 
	     That fingers 
	     Miss

Probably written between 2010-2012. It’s about walking with someone who mutters something softly and you think you know what they said, but you’re not quite sure, so you have to let it go as if you didn’t hear it.

There was originally a fifth stanza, but I cut it for this edit because I felt like it weakened the whole.

everyday life, freestyle, musings, non-rhyming, short