Unwritten Histories

Dust on the shelves. Names we never learned to spell. Faces in a

faded frame. Whole lives hiding in the margins. Coffee rings on crumpled maps.

Borders drawn and taken back. Every road we didn't take still humming underneath

the pavement. This is for the unwritten pages. Every silent stolen age.

All the hearts between the stages who never made the final phrase. We're singing for

the unwritten histories. Every ghost that nobody sees. If they never carve our stories

in stone, we'll write them in our bones. Oh. Old schoolyard,

broken swings. Letters that we meant to send. Every almost, every near.