The muse unaware

Why I write 

The subject suggestive

With what words I type.

Holding back often

In the tales told

No point in revealing 

Or assuming a hold.

Letting go as needed

More turning away

Neglecting facts

Watching what to say.

But the words are read

When I choose to share

No reply ever given

Or feelings declared.

Peaking in the distance

Sharing even less

Exposed in the brevity 

With less to confess.