And then I held my tongue
Blocked the words that were to fall
Took my time to turn
And walk away
But something stayed behind
A piece of myself,
A few unspoken words.
I turned once to observe
What departed.
And eyed him, with curiosity taking point.
He gathered the air
With a breath
A deep inner sigh.
Trying to collect what wasn't said
I turned to face the front
Denied my heart’s intent
To go back
And walked away
Was it the right thing to do?