The heart remembers

What’s held too close begins to grow,
In quiet spaces we don’t show.
It rests between the things we say,
And follows us when we walk away.

A pause too long, a glance misplaced,
A thought we tried not to embrace.
It shifts in tone, it bends the air,
A presence felt but never there.

We carry on as if it’s small,
Yet feel its weight behind it all.
And in the end, it finds its way —
Through hearts that tried to look away.