Not a Word Spoken

When you talk that talk,
you must walk that walk
without showing any pain
or desire to balk.

You look in my direction
but have no reaction.
I search your eyes, your face,
but I find no emotion.

You leave me without a good-bye,
leaving me only to wonder why.
Still, I musn't think 'bout it for too long
for fear of emitting a pitiful, lonely cry.

So before you brush me off in such a cruel way,
please offer something optimistic to say,
so we won't be in permanent hatred of each other,
so perhaps friendship can return someday.