Never

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I will never tell him that I miss him. I used to. I did. I would tell him all of the time. But it made no difference. It was met with a silence, a pause and would leave me lost and awkward. It told me that my voice was not heard, or heard and not received. So I now keep it to myself. And I do miss him. I do, but I will never tell him. I will swallow my words. I will drown my heart, but I will never tell him. I will never tell him that I miss him. 

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