I had a lover
clung to me like a vine
her arms were a rope
she wanted to own me
but she wasn’t mine

(a word to the wise ~
loving whispers
are so often lies)

but you,
my sweet one,
are so close to silence,
so close to cold,
your occasional gesture,
infrequent words,
say more about love
as you stand by my side

you have nothing to hide
I don’t need to feel you
to know you are there
I’ve learned to listen
to your heart
in my head
I’ve learned to listen
to things unsaid