Unanswered
I thought silence was gone forever for me;
I can't even listen to crickets outside my home
without that ringing that fills my ears
whenever quiet is all that surrounds.
Then you began to steal away your time;
your calls, your voice, your sweet face
looking into mine with those eyes that kill,
and now I remember what silence really means.
I don't understand what you're thinking;
I might if you'd only tell me,
only decide I was worth but a few hours,
only keep our promise to each other to try.
We said we deserved each other, a bit ago;
the angry part of me now says we were wrong,
that you don't deserve me if you never reply,
and I deserve better than just a ringing phone.
I then recall things about you and breathe;
an image of you looking deep into me,
your voice saying things I'd never heard,
the feel of your lips against mine.
I want to tell you all this, to hear you;
to grasp where such a connection as ours
could have gone awry in so short a time,
but it takes two to talk.
All I really want;
to say, to ask, to know,
is -
why.
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