He caresses my soul like raindrops on a window Running down the very essence of my being. I never tell him though, I let it be what it is; My relentless pursuit of something tangible. Silence takes over when feelings are discussed Out of a respect for my own privacy. Nothing needs to be said when the truth is unknown. What does he feel? What is he thinking? Nobody knows Maybe not even him. I smile when I know he has thought of me Or remembered something I told him. Softly I let the conversation drift Until I just can't stand it anymore, Then silence.