We haven’t talked in a while, and I don’t like it.
I guess I’m just as much to blame.
I miss your face,
I miss your voice,
I miss your eyes,
I miss your laugh.
As much as you say nothing changed that night,
As much as I say nothing changed that night,
I guess for me it was a means to end the asylum of hoplessness
in which I resided.
I guess for you, it changed the way you looked at me.
I’m still the same as I was,
I cannot speak for you.
Silence is not always golden,
Sometimes it is a painstaking craft in which no one benefits.
Funny how I live just a stone’s throw from you,
Yet, we never cross paths.
I know you have your life,
And I live my own.
I just want them to be one in the same.
For I will never be over you,
Nor do I ever want to be.
The pains of mistakes made are a daily reminder to never
take anyone for granted.
To cherish what you have,
To embrace love when it’s in your grasp.
To acknowledge that once it’s gone, it may never return.
But most of all, to realize this…
Silence is Not Always Golden.