you must’ve known
every word that I kept hidden away,
you must’ve known the silence
that I usually try to hold back.

I’ve always spread my voice thin
to cover the emptiness in the air,
I’ve always held out my hand
to make sure you were there.

and you always were, maybe
it was me who ruined what was
once so good -

I was never able to say
the things that the silence could.
—  Michael Lottner (@michaellottner on twitter)