Do Not Tell Me About Your Love Poem by Gert Strydom

Do not tell me about your love,
put the things between us in words
as loneliness surrounds me
and every time that you do not phone

or I cannot call, as I would like to
my heart, my voice is silenced
and I wonder where your joys lie,
what these things are saying, (or am I wasting my time)

loneliness only cuts deeper into me
as if the end of our love is starting again,
I am lost in the darkness surrounding me,
as if words fabricate everything between us

and still I am confused
as I know that there’s love in your heart for me.