When you told me that you loved me,

When you told me that you loved me,
I looked back at you, like a dummy,
and then, I said nothing.

All the moon-light talks,
all the starry walks,
I came close to telling you many times.

But, in small outbursts of hushed deference,
I only made things worse.
I was condemned by my silence.

And, so I looked at you in disbelief as I heard you say those words,
those words we had so carefully avoided.
Now they were out before us, to either harm or heal.

You stepped out boldly, and said what we both felt,
but I again found my opportunity to avoid the occasion.

The remaining time was spent in uncomfortable silence.
Funny, how the thing I once sought, the knot I would tie....
would end up being the noose that hung me.