I don’t want to hear
what you don’t want to say.
I hold onto my fear
you move on but you sway.

It’s all those words
the big ones, the small
that we hide and we don’t speak
saying nothing at all.

The words that were squeezed
between phrases and laughter.
The ones that – we teased –
we would talk about after.

But the truth might just hurt one
or both of us now
so we shuffle our feet
pretending to grow.

When in fact we are trapped
in our memories, the past.
Not letting us go
until we say it. At last.