The silence tells it all,
The silence is the call.
The silence greets me,
And tells me all I need to be.
The thoughts I have of you,
Makes me wonder what to do.
I can only hope that this will pass,
And that this day won't be our last.
Because there is so much we have shared,
I'm hoping that that you cared,
Enough to want to try again,
Before this story comes to an end.
So give me a sign that you still care,
And that you'll always want me near.
Tell me something special so I can see,
That you still want to be with me.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre
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