There are tales that I have told
And you have words you
haven't spoken--
There are lessons I haven't learned
And time we both have
wasted
If our conversations
were our connection,
Then your silence
is the dissolution.
If our conversations
were my confessions,
Then I guess your silence
is my rejection.

And that is how
a love I cultivate
Always ends.
And this is how
I heal my wounds--
Always in silence.