i read it anyway, of course
a tear for every word
uncomprehending the reasons
perhaps it is necessary
perhaps it will work

i wish i could be angry
instead, i'm numb.

you warned me
made it clear
i've failed.

we write, posting our silent voices to the void
knowing we will be heard, read, acknowledged, felt
but it's false. it's the coward's method.

i could never meet your eyes now
perhaps never again.
i've given you my truth
and now they are mirrors i wish to avoid
i'll lower my eyes with my voice.