Remember well...

Remember well to say those things you feel when you feel them. Because the time may come, quicker than you think that the ears you wanted to hear them are dead to you. You may not see it coming til the dust blows them away and you are left with the memory of what might have been. You wonder where did it all go? Where did it go wrong? Where did I miss it all?
In the end, it was the things you didn't say. The courage you didn't find to speak your mind and the side of yourself you didn't let show, too afraid of the repercussions.
Now, it's just a shell. He holds you and doesn't even know the person inside; she's been buried for so long. You don't even know her. You wouldn't even know her song if you heard it. You just want to go away and dig her out with a teaspoon.