Talk to me , my lover said to me with trembling voice,

His lips moving in speech, although 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 that may be;

Though once dismantled and crumpled in part by your love,

Through 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 is anchored in place by silence;

Until now, you and I, my love...are complete strangers..

Politeness replaces closeness, intimacy rarely now sensed.

 

I live my life in loneliness now...watching for my lover's return,

Many walls have been re-erected.. 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.

~Twilah~

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