I’m not apathetic,
I care an awful lot.
How to show it,
I’m not sure.

That awkward moment of nothingness shattered both of us,
And I’m sorry I couldn’t think of the words to say there and then.
I could feel the tightness in my chest growing;
All sound fleeting.

I wish I knew what to say,
Though my comfort only comes in painful silence.
Prolonged,
Aching,


Silence.



I saw regret settle deep within your expression.
Tired,
wounded.
Still,
The only sound was a sigh;
Pairs of eyes averting each other with unexplainable unease.

My actions were always far louder than my words.
Though,
I find they are not always welcomed as kindly as I try to offer them.
I try.
I offer my hand and you take it,
Exchanging awkward glances—
Tension almost lifted.

I am not angry,
I am not annoyed.
With every word you speak I can only wordlessly promise I’ll stay,
Even when you believe wholeheartedly that no one will.
I care,
And I pray that you know that too.