Silence

does my silence deny my feelings?
does my fear make me unworthy?
surely not, though it cannot help.

why must she remain quiet?
does she feel the same,
i cannot tell.
is she hiding too.
Hiding behind fear,
hiding behind tradition,
hiding from the unknown.

i am tired and must rest.
perhaps when i wake,
i will have the strength to confess,
though i doubt myself already.

It is not time.
she is not sure
and i am a fool,
one who rushes to meet his own demise.
one who thinks too little,
but probably, too much.

02.06.2000