I want to...
Forget everything that has happened,
Forget everything,
Isn't that what they say?
Ignorance is bliss?
Or am I just confusing terms,
Like I did when I was with you.

It is so hard to tell what is,
The difference,
Between pain,
And laughter,
Because even when you laugh,
That ring and shine to it,
Is just gone....

The bells of your voice overpowering then,
Are lost somewhere,
Perhaps I stole it, eh?
Like you stole my heart,
That was so long ago,
And the pain of now overpowers those memories.

I remember the brightness of your voice,
I remember the color of your eyes,
I remember the way you liked to be held,
What?
Oh yes,
Even those half-way hugs,
The quick ones before you took your bus home,
I remember those too.
But do you?

I wonder if you would let me return what was stolen.
I wonder and think,
And think and wonder aloud,
Sometimes in my sleep.
Would you let me give you back your bells?

I miss the ring of your voice,
I even listen hard in class for you to speak out,
Just to hear you.
Just to listen to the sweet,
But hurt,
Words that come from your mouth.

Silence hurts far worse than any,
Guilt,
Or mourning.
Please speak.
Please.