What would your excuse be, my dear?
Your silent treatment is killing me clear
I yearn for a word, a gesture, a sign
To unravel the mystery, this silence of thine
Is it a game you wish to play?
To toy with my heart day after day
Are you testing my love, my devotion?
Unaware of the pain, the commotion
Please, break this silence, let words flow
Tell me what torments you so
For in this silence, our love’s demise
Grows deeper, like sorrow’s infinite skies
Are you afraid to reveal your inner thoughts?
To acknowledge the battles your heart has fought?
But silence won’t mend the wounds of our clash
Only communication can remove the dark ash
Could it be pride that holds your tongue?
A fear of admitting where you have flung
Our love onto the sharp edges of despair
Leaving me to wonder, to endlessly stare
Or perhaps it’s fear, a trembling inside
That by speaking, our love would subside
But trust me, my love, the power it holds
To heal, restore, and break the molds
So break my heart with the truth, if you must
But let not this silence continue to thrust
Its jagged edges upon our fragile bond
For without communication, we’ll surely abscond
So my love, I beg, spare me no more
The agony of your silence, the cold to my core
Let our words intertwine, like a dance complete
And breathe life anew, into this love so sweet
For what would your excuse be, my dear?
To cling to this silence, to let it appear
That our love could be shattered, set free
Oh, my dear, let’s not let that be.