unspoken

she thinks of the times spent
in quiet easy conversation
two people relaxing on a step
or leaning, the way country people do,
against the side of a pickup,
staring down at nothing
as they discuss everything

sometimes they were so easy
together people mistook them
for more than they were to each other

they were each other's cheering section
on the good days
and on the bad as well

she thinks of the way it felt
when they hugged hello
and then goodbye
some things need
no explanation or reason
or boundaries

and what it is
is just enough on both sides
my stone wall will never become
but never out loud