I've always wanted to say it,

but never been able to.

There are things in life,

that are difficult to do.

I know you love me too,

but you can't say.

I'd love to stop you,

to ask you not to move away.

But I say nothing,

and nor do you.

Together we deny the truth,

of what we know is true.

We don't talk, we don't see,

the crumbling of a dream.

Both of us are quiet,

and only silent whispers scream.