She told me once quite sure
Amazing, my dear, how much
we say without words.
Which sounded to me like the beginning
Of our End.
Though I beg not to differ
From her original quiver:
Astounding that one can exchange
I simply believe that such a sentence,
Surely, is better left unseen.
None of our spare square months
How artfull we were in our ways,
Never knowing for sure,
Simply searching for our sort of sensitivity,
A certain strength or aim.
We saw in one another, nothing
And lived each other out
Just as one dreams.
Which goes to show (in a way truly cunning)
How much I needed those words
And how much she read into my nothings...
Though with time we learn to turn to greater things
Than what we do not have.