Dialogue with ghosts No 1

As always, their silence had more layers than their conversations.

There were the words they didn't speak to avoid being judged.
Sides they kept hidden to create the right impression.
Points they didn't clarify because they loathed commitment.
Fears they never revealed so they wouldn't seem weak.
Confessions they held back to protect their pride.
Questions they didn't ask because they were afraid of the answers.
And all these countless little details no one
considered worth mentioning.

It's tearing me apart, my love of fear
But I would never try to hold you near
And I refuse to shed a single tear.

Experience shows that successive tragedies can
neutralize each other (homeopathy).
But sometimes I wish we could live a few moments twice.