In silence I still wait and linger here,
For something that would mean so much to me.
A glimpse into a world still so unclear,
A vision of a new reality.
Yet my desires always come up short,
as if our words become a parlor game.
A pantomime, emotions to distort,
to make our definitions seem the same.
We both are needy in our separate ways,
and sadly we're both needing different things.
All the comfort I'd find in your gaze,
All the comfort you find silence brings.
In the cold winter distances increase,
My soul aches for the springtime's warm release.