Unsaid Words

Thinking today about words I wished I'd said. Phrases more pithy and promising that any that could be uttered in the moment. Where do these words live?

Do they float in the ether, always just out of grasp? Do they settle in the soul like a stone?

They aren't much help; I know that. They're not there when you want them and hang around far too long when you don't.

I need to reimagine them, to take away their power. To see them as a pleasant landscape or as old books on library shelves, friends we don't yet know but hope to meet someday.