I think often on your words. The ones

that linger in the air and coexists

amongst the breathable air, but still

leaves a bitter taste. A taste that won’t kill

but will leave a mark. A taste that will

make you choke for a brief moment.

A moment in which you realize you were

never meant to be a part of, a conversation

that should have never happened, if only

I had kept my mouth shut. A moment

that reminds me what it’s like to be

on the other side. The other side of right, 

yet not so far it’s wrong. The other side of 

our reality, which we forged from tears. 

I think often on your words, and I remember 

why I should have stayed silent in the first place.