YOU DON”T SAY
You don’t say the words I long to hear,
You never speak my name.
Sometimes you don’t even utter hello
When I pass you in the café.
What once was new and full of hope
Is lost in this symphony of silence
That echoes through the chasm
Stretched between us.
I can’t build a bridge on my own,
My words are too faulty a foundation,
And I don’t trust my voice
In its trembling.
If you find you can’t help me,
I understand; It’s a big task, and
We’re each made differently
(Though I suspect we’re more alike than not).
If you don’t mind, though, I think
I’ll keep you as my muse,
For neither you nor I can control
Where the heart wanders.
I will hold on to fond memories,
Full of smiles and blue eyes, and sighs,
Dreaming of all the words
That yet remain unspoken.