My Friend

What stays unspoken speaks in magnitudes,

Their thoughts articulated can attest,

And so despite our separate attitudes,

I must articulate what thoughts speak best:

We compliment each other more than most,

As if you are the print and I the page,

You are the one that speaks and I the host,

My timid silence fills the words you wage.

Though doubtless evidence proves interest,

I cannot muster words to bring an end,

With all conviction prove these thoughts exist,

To end my silence and name you my friend.

But nothing can or will be heard or said,

Until aloud this poem has been read.