Silence Poem by cheryl davis miller

Why is it you don't think of me
while I so often think of you
You haunt my dreams and fill my days
with wishes, never yet come true.

I watch for you when I'm in town
while hoping to catch just a glance
to see your eyes and volumes speak
to you of whispers of romance.

I can't forget the slightest touch
that we shared oh so long ago
excepting rules we never moved
as passions winds on us would blow.

I never spoke and nor did you
the moment seemed to slip away.
Yet still you're there between my breasts
you haunt my dreams and fill my days.


c.d.m. 7/25/17