Do you sit, in the dark
wondering where my
words have gone,
when I stay silent
do you miss my
smile, my giggles,
do you wish I
knocked at your
door, suddenly
without notice
do you… do you
need my arms to
nestle in, after
hanging your worries
at the door… do you
want to whisper
your dreams to
my ear, knowing
they are safe with
me?
Do you?
Just like I do, my dear.
Cyranny's Cove 