There Will Be No Tears

There is no hatred.

Only a person,
With her mouth opened,
Her arm raised, reaching, 
Wanting to say something
To the back of another
Walking away from her,

There is no sound.

Only a person,
Standing there,
Ever so still,
Watching the shadow
Of another
Walking away from her. 

I am angry, but I do not think it's anger. Just a resignation of sorts. Only if you knew what is going on. Only if I knew how you are. Would things be easier? Would you have placed faith in time, like I had? Probably not. Because you are the braver one. The one who DOES something. And I think that is good. Thank you for everything. I hope that things will get easier. 
I am your lesson, and you are mine. ...Perhaps the truth will be easier to digest this way.