I had not told them of you
but they had seen you bathing in my eyes
I had not told them of you
and yet they had seen you written in my words
but did you feel my words
When I fell silent?
Did you realize the beauty of what I had said
When I said nothing?
This silence speaks for itself
How many pleads were in this silence that you did not hear?
Say something
For my hearing has longed for any utterance from you
And your absence wounds me