How can I write the face
that wilts into the shadows...
How many different words
will I be forced to speak
before we reach the place
where we will meet?
As though we were the couple
in Hopper’s famous diner,
silent, common and apart,
facing the same direction,
but still refusing to see the other.
And with all the bravery
of one man into the storm
I turn and ask to please
come out, or else shall
I just come on in.
And you raise a smile
from those long tense moments.
We turn the light on the shadows
where our silence hid.
And I feel the soft kiss,
that love instant that says
there is no thing greater
than to speak and to smile.
