Where did you go?
All those times I called for you,
And there was no reply,
You were right in the room,
Holding your tongue.
It felt cruel,
And I began to feel
The waning of my love,
Like the dying of a flashlight.
No wonder I couldn’t see a thing.
But why, I wanted to know.
And still you stood in silence.
It felt cruel
To deny the mind its pedantic need.
But my heart,
My heart was listening.
My heart speaks your silence fluently.