I didn't need to hear him speak, a single word aloud,
His silent words spoke volumes, that could hush the loudest crowd,
Trivial words into the air, but deeper meanings meant,
What is said and what is shown, diversely different,
If eyes are windows to the soul, then locked and barred they be,
And rightly so, for all the pain, the barring against me,
So I sit alone with lonely words, playing over and over again,
Through my head, the mournful words "I wonder what might have been".
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