. . .
If only words could come out of her mouth
she could salvage this that went so south
If only meaningful thoughts could be formed
she fears she's coming off as bored
But it isn't that—
Her brain and mouth are trying
Really trying to work together
She's on the verge of crying
right at the threshold
Her mind she wishes to unfold
but fear is blocking the way
She only needs one thing to say
. . .
But the moment has passed
And the silence still lasts
and now she tries desperately
not to fill it