claire_keegan – blackandwhiteandcolours

Now that I know I must go home, I almost want to go

Everything about the night feels strange

He laughs then, a queer, sad laugh

Many’s the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing

You don’t ever have to say anything

Time passes without seeming to pass

Still and all, there’s no two men the same

I want to say that I am afraid but am too afraid to say so

This is a new place, and new words are needed

Here there is room to think

I am in a spot where I can neither be what I always am nor turn into what I could be

Neither one of us knows what to say