Unreplied

Unreplied, the message lingers,

Like a bird without its wings,

Unable to take flight and soar,

Left behind, forevermore.

The words unsaid, the thoughts unshared,

Lost in the depths of the mind, ensnared,

Longing for a response, a reply,

But met with silence, a deafening sigh.

Questions unanswered, doubts unaddressed,

Leaving the heart heavy, the mind distressed,

The weight of uncertainty, a heavy load,

A burden that weighs on the untold.

But maybe it's not meant to be,

Maybe the silence is a sign to see,

To move on, to let go, to set free,

And find the answers we need to be.

For life is a journey, and we must strive,

To find our way and to thrive,

Even in the face of the unreplied,

For in the end, our own happiness must be supplied.