My last goodbye

I don’t know if you notice anything different
It’s getting dark and it’s getting cold and the nights are getting long
And I don’t know if you even notice at all
That I’m long gone

And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing

I don’t know if you notice anything missing
Like the leaves on the trees or my clothes all over the floor
And I don’t know if you even notice at all
‘Cause I was real quiet when I closed the door

— Fink - This Is The Thing
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Lost silence

I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you;
but I
dare not, for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.

I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you;
but I
dare not, being afraid that you would not believe them.

That is why I disguise them in untruth,
saying the contrary of
what I mean.

I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.

I long to use the most precious words I have for you;
but I dare
not, fearing I should not be paid with like value.

That is why I gave you hard names
and boast of my callous
strength.

I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.

I long to sit silent by you;
but I dare not lest my heart come
out at my lips.

That is why I prattle and chatter lightly
and hide my heart
behind words.

I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.

I long to go away from your side;
but I dare not, for fear my
cowardice should become known to you.
That is why I hold my head high
and carelessly come into your
presence.

Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.

— The Gardener – Rabindranath Tagore