The Unwritten Clause

 

You live by statutes and logic,

weighing words as if they were verdicts.

I speak only in silence,

hoping you might interpret it.

At the table of the world, you plead for justice;

while I stand quietly in the courtroom of my heart —

wondering if feelings, too,

can ever be defended

without proof, without witness.

For perhaps,

there is an unwritten clause:

that every heart has the right

to sue its own silence

in the name of lawful longing.

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