I met you, and you were beautiful,
and I said nothing.
We spoke for the first time, we found common interests,
and still I said nothing.
We became friends, swapped notes and stories over drinks after class.
It was the perfect time to tell you,
instead I said nothing.
We grew apart, saw less of each other, spoke to different people,
so obviously I couldn't say anything.
You missed class. A lot. People asked where you went,
I didn't know, so said nothing.
You came back with a beard and ******* circles under your eyes, still beautiful,
but I said nothing.
Months later, you started to laugh again, held the hand of a girl as you walked past me, raising your head in acknowledgement.
She held your hand as tightly as you held hers, she said something when I stayed silent.
I saw you were happy again,
so I won't say anything.