Just because
my open hand
extended
towards you,
upon a time,
does not mean
it could ever
reach you.

And just because
you read the words
I wrote for you,
upon a time,
does not mean
that their truth
could ever
free you.

My hand
is closed now
and receding
further from you,
day by day.
No further words
remain
for me to write
or say..
The All of them
already
have been written.

So, in our silence,
may the two of us
be both forgotten
and forgiven.