Silence in a Jar

It's just that I thought I wouldn't have to be silent again.

I thought that I'd finally thrown that away, after all these years.

I thought I found someone who I could talk to no matter what.

Did I drown them with words?

Is that what I did? Did I tell too much? It it all wash over them, again and again?

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to say.

But I've come to the conclusion that I don't ask questions of which I cannot handle all the possible answers...