Glass cases guard the unsent
Paper trembles with hush tides
Ink a river that never reached sea
Names bright fossils of longing
A child traces cursive ghosts
Mouths the silent music
Across the hall a clock without hands
Time kept by breath alone
Curators dust regret with care
Polish beginnings without endings
Visitors exit lighter
Carrying futures with fewer pins
Outside streetlights rehearse halos
Mailboxes rest like monks
Delivery remains a promise
Even for words that stayed home