Walk on by

What do you say to someone you’ve just met?
Someone you knew you connected with, instantly.
Or take some lover you haven’t seen in a decade.
What would you say?

Would you say everything you wanted?
Would you scream at them all the things
you’ve been holding inside all those years?
Would you tell them of all the times they’d made you cry?
And tell me, would you let them see
The raw emotion that you’ve been withholding,
You’ve been keeping to yourself.

Say it now, tell me if you would.
If you would depart from yourself the memories
You’ve been replaying in your head of them.
The memories repeating in looped circles.
Would you let yourself feel that release, and take that risk?

Would you by any way let them in and let them feel 
What you feel for them, no matter how great the cost?
What do you say?

Would you tell them the endless nights you laid awake, scared?
Scared to be alone with the thoughts of them.
Would you be worried they would think you a fraud and see
Straight through you if you told them they meant nothing to you? 

Would you tell them of the soundtracks of their voice you replay?
Would you? 

Of course you wouldn’t. 
You’d let the moment pass you by.

You would say some kind of simple pleasantry. 
Either that or you’d walk on by.