Hearts Secret Feelings... Poem by SUSHANA VITTALDEV

a cold winter night, alone -
when the ticking of the clock
is more distinct
i peer through the curtain of this silence
ready to catch the words
that you may have sent for me.
and thousands of words go past me -
running, walking, stumbling,
in line, out of line,
silent and shouting, cold and warm,
groping and sure, sly and honest,
spoken and unspoken...
and i feel each one of them
before they tumble
into the dust-bin of eternity,
afraid that i do not miss the words
that you may have sent for me.
every night i wait for you -
known or unknown -
to break your silence.