In English we say: “Good Morning” But in poetry we say: ...?

“I wonder how many beautiful things remain unsaid because both people are waiting for the other to begin.”

𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥.

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘬.” — 𝘛.𝘚. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘵

The hardest lesson adulthood teaches us is that forgiving someone doesn't mean giving them back their old seat at your table. Ever had to forgive someone from a distance?

“We rarely mourn the loss of a person. We mourn the future we had already built in our minds around their presence.”