His eyes told stories everyone could hear.
His smiles couldn’t hold the tears,
the curve was filled to the brim.
But nobody could ever convince him
to tell those stories out aloud.
Did they even try enough,
or did they just ask and leave
faking it all,
not showing their apathy
or did they just go numb
undecided of how to deal with that crap.
And what about me?
Where did I stand in all this?
I guess I’ll never know.