Out of all the things you chose not to say

You chose the things that makes me feel okay

But I guess it's fine; I can feel us finishing

I can feel this love smoldered and diminishing

I have no fear you will discover my worry

My works no longer have you in a hurry

What is it you want to silently accomplish?

What is it that makes you leave me broken and astonished?

If I don't speak first, we don't speak at all

You are the sun and moon, and there must be a sky fall

You are my life and my death

But now that you don't speak, there is no room for my breath