“Talk to me,” my lover whispered with trembling voice,
His lips moving in speech, altho the words silent,
If not for the reading of his lips, so familiar to my eyes,
His request would be lost...and in vastness spent.
The walls that were present in my life when we met
Are silently making their appearance, ugly as it may be,
Tho once dismantled and crumbled in part by his love,
Thru ravages of time and neglect...seem to loom above me.
Each word not spoken aloud, each caress held back and not felt
Constructs another wall that’s anchored in place by silence.
Until you and I, my love, are complete strangers…
Politeness replaces closeness, intimacy now rarely sensed.
I live my life in loneliness, watching for my lover’s return,
Many walls have been erected now...no door to enter, nor gate.
I long for our love to once again become pure and strong,
Until then, in the silence of un-requited love...I will wait.