Unspoken

Unspoken 

You catch me trembling, see the fear as I look right though you—

Somehow you understand each thought precisely

Even though my lips stay pressed… Through my eyes you read me.

I think you’re the only one, who can see the terror so clearly—

You’re the only one who listens to my silent thoughts.

In ominous reluctance we converse, not a word heard,

But meaning conveyed with clarity and precision.

And I, with my imperfect stutter evoked by nervousness,

Look back at you with daunting glances—

Unwillingly to let you see the tapered heart within.

The voice which only seconds ago I could use with ease

Now seems a foreign entity as I lose control…

But you understand my silence—the pauses

Which carry more meaning than the words between—

The subtle nods and smiles between heartbeats.

And as you stand and begin to walk by me,

Our shoulders brush so gently it seems a dream—

Maybe you feel the slight shutter next to you

Or perhaps you don’t…

But I think you would understand the endless nights,

The long walks to shake the creeping ghosts—

The nights where I can’t look at myself let alone you;

My eyes tremble, as I fade away,

Unspoken.

DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com