There is no...

There is no song to sing
No poem to dedicate
I've never felt your hands,
I've never felt your lips.
In fact, i´I've never felt anything from you;
Just the insecurity of not knowing what you didn't feel.
There are no words to speak
There is nothing to be proud of
Just the shame of feeling something,
That doesn't go past friendship for you;
But for me, it reached heaven.
There are no apologies to say
There is no guilt to feel
Just the knowledge you left
Without words, just shown by actions.
There´s no mystery left to solve
There´s no treasure left to find
There´s just reality to deal with.