Not Me, Again

You asked me in my dreams,

why my voice turned still,

why sadness traced my lips,

why silence took my will.

How could I tell you,

with eyes so kind, so free?

That the ache within my chest

was simply—you chose not me.

Not once, not twice,

but time again,

a silent war I couldn't win,

a love that slipped like sand.

How could I tell you,

with words left unsaid?

That you were choosing,

just not me instead.

You asked why I went quiet, but some things dim when they're only ever seen in passing.