This would have been filled with thoughts
not as random as these.
I would have said so many things,
things that are meaningful,
far more meaningful to me
than they seem to you.
You would have had a response,
but I have chosen not to hear it.
It was more than enough to bear.
Yet if I commit myself to show and tell,
I know the silence.
It would be even more unbearable
because it would come from you.
I would hear nothing,
not even the innocence of you not knowing
what I stopped myself from saying.
But since I will never speak,
I'll keep myself alive with this,
masking everything in riddle and rhyme.
Worry not, I shall remain silent.