Coffee and Light

I meant to talk to you last night, but I didn't; I was concerned that my words might hurt your feelings. Now it's too late, and the moment I knew that what I had to say might save you--even if my words were difficult and might have turned a friend into an enemy--is past.

I knew the truth, but said nothing; instead I remained silent, thinking there would be a time when I could speak openly. Sometime in the night, what I hadn't said woke me and I thought I heard your voice say that what I'd withheld had real meaning.