Unspoken

To be unspoken,

Silent and true —

Not once did you ever say, “Does it hurt you?”

To be the one who chooses peace—

Seems to break me down, piece by piece.

The days grow long,

And the night turn still —

All I can hear now are echoes that fill.

Maybe if things had gone another way,

I’d have found the words I meant to say.

And maybe if I had the courage then,

Maybe then, we’d both feel whole again.