Words from Inside My Head

When someone I’ve just met says that,
it may be followed by this
awkward silence, filled with the exclusion
of this thing that’s no one’s fault,
but can’t be said,
during which I’ll nod, and smile to agree,
because she really was,
from birth well into her aging years. 
Often, but not always, I may let
that silence linger on — it all depends
on how we’ve met
or if we’ll ever meet again, 
but there are times I cannot seem to stop
myself from messing with what isn’t
being said, so then I have to
say out loud another truth,
“I look just like my dad.”,
and I must confess
a tiny thrill comes from
the uneasiness
that saying this
creates.