This day I failed again.
The one I love has fled in angry pain.
Her silence I mistook.
For in her hour of need, she seemed to need me
not.
If I but knew my presence there alone,
Devoid of talk or touch
And unacknowledged for a while,
Was all she craved.
In time I’ll learn.
And in my heart I hope
That patience might allow a chance
For me to demonstrate my love
In nothing more than silence,
And a forward glance.
8th VIII 2004
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