You were never one to talk;
To tell someone about dreams
You constantly threatened
Threatened yourself, I presume.

But it was mostly me.

I looked at you today
Eager to tell you about my plans
My whole self, lighting up to the idea
And then you kept quiet.

You didn't look at me.

They all left
They left the conversation
I wanted to stay;
To tell you more

But I figured, *you were never one to talk to about dreams