Silence Cannot Tell, Enquiring Tells. Poem by C.D. Xiang

Legions of words, harking back to prolix, run through my head,
yet not a single one is evinced.
After awhile I'll speak at last,
but if you cared you'd simply enquire.

Instead I choose to keep my peceable thing,
and instead let the silence speak.
You barrel on with quickening pace,
while I nod and smile to fill the vacuum.

A thousand words whirl through my mind,
but to expostulate would be unkind.
In the end I may speak at last,
but if you cared you'd simply ask.

Slowly in your words I've drown
and realize that you're winding down.
As I prepare to open up,
I realize that my mind has shut.

No more words are there to find,
but you don't seem to mind.
Maybe someday I'll speak at last,
but if you cared, you'd simply ask.