What Silence Brings

My mind is weary, words becoming rare—

I speak seldom, wisdom fading far.

It feels as though someday you will hear

Me speak the words you don’t accept,

And on that day your heart is going to sink

Just as much as my heart now.

For I know what is not meant to be,

I know what fair wishes are—I see dreams—

I see you holding another’s hand.

Never mistake my smile for happiness,

I’m swallowing down the pain silence brings.

When I speak I’m hopeful you hear the tremble

That has been fixed in my voice.

When I look at the ground as you pass by

I’m hoping to see you turn your eyes—

Holding my breath so you don’t see me cry.

     DannYetman

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