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.