Silence

For, You

I'm sure by now you've noticed.
The weather is changing, not much for the better.
Staying home - I think I'll play a game, pretend.
You, writing to me asking how things are.

Things, I think, are fine, even great.
I'm okay, getting better soon, hopefully.
School is busy, challenging – difficult at times.
There're many things left to say – to share, offer, and give to someone.

But for apparent reasons, which arent entirely clear to me.
I do not feel like sharing – with you. Trying too hard.
The thought of it grinds me. The dull existence, still adapting.
Existence of conversations that once enlightened me.

But tomorrow, maybe, or the day after tomorrow.
We'll walk together, one more time, a final ritual.
Farewell to a now lost part of our lives – dreams to an end.
Perhaps affirm a special friendship, though unlikely, hope to arise from burnt ashes.

So, I will keep to my treasures.
The past, without you knowing – memories.
I'll let you gather for yourself the reason behind the silence.
If you wanted.