Disclaimer: Haha. The day I own Meitantei Conan is the day that great detectives will shrin--... Swallow their pride. .. And not take it back later.

Author's note: Just a poem reflecting a confrontation between Ran and 'Conan'.


Silence

The trembling in your voice
Cannot be masked
As you reach to touch my face
The end result of my choice

Down your cheeks your tears race
And you choke
As you try to comprehend
The pain seeps through your tired eyes

I have no smile to lend
All was stolen
So now I am left to wait
The role you have held now mine

Searching for signs of hate
I can find none
But the unspoken words break
And I long for you to yell

I long for anything but this silence