Nobody asked

Not because I hid them, but because nobody thought to.
Look, you get used to it.
Then not being asked.
You start to wonder if those parts were ever real.
Nobody asked, so I stopped offering.
Nobody asked, so I let it go.
Nobody asked, so I forgot I had answers.
Nobody asked, so I stopped having questions.
I packed it all somewhere quiet,
And learned to call that peace.
The saddest part isn't that nobody asked.
The saddest part is that I stopped expecting them to.
And then one day I forgot what they would have asked about.
Nobody asked.
That's okay now.