A Quiet Account of Cowardice

I sat there, in the silence

A paper peered at me

All I needed, was to finish

The last sentence.

I didn't.

The next morning, they found me. 

An unfinished sentence.

That's all that was said.

What of the silence?

He still hung around.

He was not afraid.

I wish I were the silence

But I could never be him

Because, I already was

The silence that was never broken

The silence that was never heard

I was that silence

And that's all they knew.

I, too, 'hung' around

I think

I should've finished my sentence.