There is a look
That belongs only to that moment
When words will not do, and
What is known is unsaid
When grip loosens and fingers part
Feelings are
Unspoken but understood
On the day he left me
Words could not be voiced
and were not needed
Comfort, like grief
Lies hidden in unexpected places
Memories forgotten then discovered
Though not all will find
their place
Everyday Poems 
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