Thoughts That Spring From Silence

In the silence
My mind wanders
To the time you spoke to me
In French
And told me that I am beautiful
And the time you danced with me,
Reached for my hand
And rubbed my fingers with the softest touch
As if to show you cared –
Or so I thought.
 
But I didn’t hear from you.
Is this a test? I thought,
Maybe not,
Maybe you’re just busy.
I waited and waited but nothing ever came

But then I saw you and

We made small talk
You looked right at me
And I could see the playfulness that danced
Throughout the pure blue of your eyes
I smiled and giggled and said goodnight

Off I went, feeling so happy

Then you texted me in French
          “bonne nuit mon amie”

Your sweetness makes me smile

And your ability to speak to me in French
Melts my heart

But now I’m left alone
In silence
I haven’t heard from you in a while but
Somehow you have ended up on my mind
And I can’t help but remember
You holding me so delicately
Your hands on my hips
My hand in your hand

*Special thanks to our guest writer for this post :-)