Stories Gone Untold

speak now

talking's good for the soul
at least that's what i've read
for all the talking you do
your soul must be quite dead

would a single word kill you?
perhaps, just maybe, it would
poking, prodding for just a single phrase
your eyes say stop, maybe i should

stony silence between us two
i wish i could hear what you think
a share glance and we face away
the voice in my throat starts to sink