I really think I should be saying something
but the words wont come
Guess I am shocked or surprised
Or a little of both besides
So much I want to say
but the words won’t come
I find I am in a calm silence
Perhaps the one before the storm?
Who knows? but I know
the words will not come
Perhaps something inside me
is simply broken?
Perhaps I have just understood
And am resigned to what will be
Since I cannot make you see
and the words will not come
Perhaps its just that things are so clear
That I will always hold you dear
Perhaps just that its so obvious
That you now seem oblivious
that my words would be wasted anyway
And there is little that I can say
It’s written on my face
Just in case
the words never come