Only You To Listen

When they ask me,

What happened,

I can't say anything,

Because how do I say,

All that I want to say,

Without accepting,

That it's no longer the same.

That it hasn't been okay,

Since long.

That it might never will be,

Again like it was.

That I know I've to see,

A different perspective.

That you are still going to be there,

But not.

That I'm probably never going to forget you,

Ever in my life.

That I'll still hold you accounted,

For half conversations.

That I'll always think of you,

When I write.

So, how am I supposed to say,

All this and more,

When you're not there to listen,

When I only want you to listen.