Do feelings need be said,
Or left alone in the abyss,
Like a thousand thoughts
About you?
I remember the first time
I looked at you—
What I felt,
What was spoken in the moment,
And what was left unsaid.

And how, every day since,
I let you know
What I have always felt,
To this day, when I am more sure
Of where your heart belongs.
Do I say it still?
With my eyes,
Or my smile?
Does it show
In the way I talk,
Or hide in my breath?

Am I grateful enough
When my eyes seek
And find you staring,
In the language
We love to speak?
Does it get heard
When every worry in the world
Fades to be a worry in the world
With you there?

And how, sometimes,
When hours turn into days
Of your absence in my space,
Does it hurt?
When my arms pierce through
Your flesh to tell you
How much you were missed
In that shift of time.

I think of the time—
How I felt when I held
A delicate hand in mine,
And what went through
Every sleepless night
Inside my head.
And those words that remained
On the tip of my tongue—
Were they heard enough?

Do I think these thoughts
Or are they thought of
With the thought of you?
I love how,
When I am thinking about you,
I am thinking about you.

The world fails to exist
When my name is whispered
In your breeze.
I hear more in silence
When we just know
What the other
Has to say.

I fail to see how spoken words
Can ever beat what is felt.