You always remembered wounds faster than I did.
I was always hurting too late.
So maybe,
We never even looked at the same place.

Whenever I saw you retreating silently,
I wanted to follow you there.
But I was afraid it would be poison to you,
And I couldn't move a single step.

You probably thought it was indifference.
But it was actually my vain hesitation.

I thought it was fortunate that you didn't cry,
I believed it was fortunate that you didn't speak,
I was relieved that you didn't leave.

But the reason you
Didn't do anything
Was because you were so disappointed,
I realized too late.

There were words lingering in my mouth.
There were truths I couldn't bring myself to say.
But with that one sentence,
I didn't want to see
Your name become a traitor.

So I didn't take it out.
So you never got to hear it.
So we drifted apart
Without a word.