23 March 2010



Each day
the same beginning
waiting for it
the silent sound of a word.

A name in the air
a hello in the distance
a smile unseen
a laugh unheard.

Messages couched
in filtered words
veils hazy and nebulous
desires remain hidden.

Until the next day
when the wait begins again
for the muted words
the silent needs.

One day, anticipated and heard.

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