I am studiously blank
(I am trying not to feel)
Around you, I can't think
(you make it hard, and alien)
Of anything at all to say,
(my words are not worth anyone's time)
Not when you will turn
(and maybe you're right in doing so)
Away from me, I can't let myself
(if I leave myself, who is left?)
Let you see any of my feelings
(they are too tender, right now)
Or my pain, not when you would
(maybe I will tell of them later)
Rather be blind.*
(I understand.)