i never

there have been times
of fire and intensity in my eyes.
times i looked up and felt burning
from your gaze
and i dropped my eyes
was it submission? fear?
or a quiet acceptance of things neither of us
will say?
there have been times I've been so sure of what we ignore
and time I am certain my imagination runs wild.
but there have been times, times indeed.

and though you're gone forever
there's something deep within that knows again
this cannot be over so easily
the web we've woven has not been completely torn away
and i'm sure i'll see your gazes again.
do i want to?
do i want to delve deeper within?
the fear boils and i refrain from action
because I'm so unsure

but i will quietly accept the things you won't say
and i will wait for time to tell me
which way to turn
because I am certain that there have been times
and if i give time to time, I will know...
that maybe you'll say the things neither of us have said
and receive whatever it is i am meant to give.


current mood: hopeful