Silence

I need to say some things

But words only lead to thoughts

And nothing comes of them.

I need to say some things

But my lips are rough and chapped

I cannot risk them breaking.

I need to say some things

But my throat is dry from effort

And my voice is harsh and croaking.

I need to say some things

But my fear grips me with talons

That tear into my arms.

I need to say some things

But your smile breaks my will

I cannot tell you the truth

So I stand where trees once grew

And watch you drive away.

Forgive me.