2012-12-31 - 1:48 a.m.
I never knew what was behind your silence.
Was it about the painful truth?
You hardly said a word.
When you spoke, you also did the opposite.
Was it still about something I did?
I still can't tell what's behind your silence.
It just feels cold in this frozen, wishing well.
They say I should not dwell.
I guess I've never really known;
thanks to these solid walls
that have formed a fortress,
and I'm just a stranger who must never trespass.
I suppose I'll never know anything behind your silence.
I've been nothing but a reminder of the scars you're still dying to heal.
Very well, then.
I guess it's best that we remain far apart,
'though it will never change how I feel
that you're forever in my heart.
R.
