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.
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