I want to talk,
It is not easy being the tough one.
I need to talk,
My mind keeps going back to that dark day.
I wish to talk,
His face, his last movement, his last words.
I long to talk,
On the days when tears fill me up unexpectedly.
I should talk,
The fizz in me is on its brink.
I could talk.
Even though I have never ever been expressive.
I would talk.
If I ever found that one soul who would.
Sadly, without him, whom.